In grades 7 and 8, most of the lickings I witnessed in school were in shop class, or woodshop as we called it. As it turns out, I received very few licks in shop, most of my sessions being related to coaches, the gym, or the assistant principal in his office. However, there are indeed some particularly outstanding images left from those days.
One such occasion involved two guys that I had also thought were so very attractive. Scott and Jeff had been buddies for a long time. They were great fun to be with, had a good sense of humor, were good athletes, and just all around nice guys.
One of the things that always caught my eye was that they both had really attractive butts! Scott preferred Levis, just as I do, and Jeff wore Wranglers. Both guys had tight, muscular asses that just looked so very nice in their jeans. Scott wore his Levis tight, but not too tight, if you know what I mean. Jeff on the other hand always wore his jeans as tight as anyone in school. He looked soooooo good in his Wranglers! They rode high and cupped his butt so fine. The middle seam of the seat of his pants rode about half way up between his butt cheeks. The definition was incredible! I guess you can tell that I liked to look at his ass!
Well, I was in shop class one day when Scott and Jeff were ushered in by one of the history teachers to have their butts paddled by the shop instructor. It was a common procedure to be paddled in this particular classroom since the assistant principal's office, where the lickings were usually given, was all the way across the campus and all the classrooms in this building opened directly to the outside. There were no hallways in this building, so the shop room was the only semi-private place in which to award a tanning.
At the time this was happening no one knew what the offense was. I later learned that they had simply been disruptive in class -- they got started laughing at something and just couldn't stop. They weren't laughing now however, and in fact both looked a little scared and uncertain about the whole thing, especially with a shopfull of boys getting to watch the show.
When they first walked in, the shop teacher walked over to talk to the history teacher. Scott and Jeff stood along side. Those of us in the shop class were all along one side of the room and were working with some of the equipment. I was working at a bench saw. As was the usual case, when it was obvious that licks were about to be applied, everyone stopped what they were doing and focused their attention on the other end of the room. Poor Scott and Jeff looked so nervous and it was clear that everyone involved knew what was about to take place. Evidently the number of licks to be applied, the position to be assumed, and other details had been worked out among the participants.
The shop teacher walked over to his desk in the corner while the history teacher began to move a heavy oak straight backed chair into the middle of the room. From the bottom right hand drawer of his desk the shop teacher retrieved his paddle. It had been fashioned out of a 1x4, was shaped like a paddle with a handle, and it was all wrapped up in white adhesive tape. That paddle had a lot of miles on it!
The history teacher stepped back several steps and the shop teacher returned to where the chair and the boys were waiting. The back of the chair faced us.
One of the strongest images I remember is the starkness of the room. That end of the shop had nothing else in it except the shop instructor's desk in the corner. In the middle of this stark, open area stood this solitary oak chair. To one side were two hunky guys; one with his hands on his hips, the other with his arms crossed over his chest trying to look tough and confident. Both were scared _s_h_i_t_less. On the other side of the chair stood the shop teacher with a worn two foot paddle in hand.
What a scene that was! Two beautiful butts were about to be burned. The ritual could not be stopped now and the tension in the air was incredible.
The shop instructor pointed the paddle at Scott who had been the one with his arms crossed. Jeff stepped back, and positioned himself to one side and was facing those of us watching on the other side of the room. Scott on the other hand, reached backwards and pulled his wallet out of his pocket without any prompting from anyone. He then walked around the chair, turned his back to us and assumed the appropriate position by mounting the back of the chair.....feet placed about four to six inches on either side of the chair legs, bent over the back, with his hands grasping the seat of the chair firmly. He had obviously been through this procedure before at other times.
When the shop teacher saw that Scott was in the proper position for his spanking he stepped back and rested the paddle gently across Scott's tight, Levis-covered butt. He paused for what seemed to be an eternity. The room was deathly quiet. As we all watched Scott's butt tense in anticipation, the paddle was slowly brought back.
A second later the first lick landed with an explosive CRACK! Scott lunged forward and let a hiss escape between clenched teeth. Jeff jumped about a foot off the ground at the sound of the whack and his face went pale. He was obviously very frightened now about what lay in store for him and was almost on the verge of tears.
Two very hard licks followed in rapid succession. Scott took them well. He grunted and hissed after each stinger, but stood his ground and stayed bent over the chair. When he had received his allotted three, he stood up quite composed, returned his wallet to its pocket next to his flaming red hot bottom, and slowly walked over to stand beside Jeff. As he turned to face us he had a slight smile of embarrassment on his face and his eyes were a little watery. I knew he was in pain but I think the smile was in part because he also felt proud that he had taken his licks so well.
The shop teacher motioned to Jeff. Jeff was obviously very anxious at this point. His eyes were huge, his face white. He walked over to the chair, turned his back to us and bent over. He was not carrying a wallet. In the bent position his already tight jeans were pulled even tighter. The sight was breathtaking! Every beautiful fold in his tight buttcheeks was outlined by his jeans. The shop instructor again took aim by resting the paddle lightly on the lower half of Jeff's butt. Then he drew back the paddle, paused a moment, then THWACK !
Jeff shouted out something that sounded like _s_h_i_t_! but I think it was really just escaping air, a hiss sort of. His butt clenched for about three to five full seconds, relaxed for a moment, then clenched two or three more times. His feet were in place, but you could tell by the way he pumped his butt that he was on fire! (I can relate to this, fellas. At this point IT HURTS!) I think the teacher realized this because he waited about thirty seconds before delivering the next scorching lick. When he did, Jeff howled even louder and this time his knees bent forward a little. He clenched his butt cheeks together really tight for about ten full seconds before he was able to relax his ass.
When the shop instructor saw that the muscular contractions of Jeff's ass had subsided and he once again had regained his composure, he applied the third and final lick across the previously spanked territory of the other two. His spanking at long last finally being over, Jeff jumped up and grabbed the seat of his jeans, grasping a cheek in each hand. His pelvis was thrust forward as he held on to his butt and it was obvious that he had taken all that he really could for the moment. I believe that if he had had to take even one or two more swats that he would have cried out loud and been blubbering like a baby.
A moment later Scott and Jeff left with the history teacher and were allowed to go to the men's room to wash their faces and collect themselves before returning to class. The paddle was returned to the desk drawer until the next time it was needed on one of us boys, and we tried to continue with the remainder of the shop class as if nothing had happened.
In talking to Scott and Jeff later, they both said that the licks had hurt like hell and Scott said that the spanking had "really steamed my butt." Jeff felt a little embarrassed about being so emotional, but I assured him that he had taken three good ones, a licking any boy could be proud of, and that he should not be ashamed.
This was one of the hottest scenes I ever witnessed. My one regret is that I never got to see either one of their burning asses later in the day in the locker room. Man, I bet they were red!
It is precisely this sort of a scene that keeps my interest in this sort of thing alive. Watching or listening to the sound of licks being applied to a male butt by another male is a real turn-on !