This story is largely true. The location: Lancet Point Reformatory for Boys somewhere in a southeastern state. The time: 1972. A time when the general poulace didn't much care what went on inside reformaatory walls; a time when the treatment boys received in a state reformatory was considered to be more or less treatment well deserved. It was well-known that the boys were mistreated and abused but few people cared.
Lancet Point had been some sort of reformatory since it was built in 1942 to habdle "delinquent boys" between the ages of 16 and 19 years old. It still housed boys of these ages -- younger boys being handled at another nearby facility and older "boys" going to the state pennitentiary.
"Stand up, Newbie, the guard said. Bronson slowly raised himself from his bunk. He was very scared, sweat forming on his upper lip. He didn't know just how to stand. At attention? Hands behind his back? At his side? He had been at Lancet Point a total of three hours.
"You scared, Newbie?" The guard moved closer, until he was within a foot of Kenny Bronson's face. "I asked if you were scared," the guard said, his mouth two inches from Kenny's left ear.
"Yes...sir," Kenny managed to say, deciding to add the 'sir' without being told. He attempted to keep his eyes fixed on the wall opposite. He could see his new cellmate, Rob Wilkes out of the corner of his eye. Rob was relaxed, even smiling slightly.
"I see you've got your issue clothes," the guard said. "Put them on. Let's see if they fit." The guard backed up and stood in front of the cell's door.
"Sir?" Kenny said.
"I said put your issue clothers on. Your can kiss them street clothes goodbye, Newbie. Shoes, jeans, that fancy shirt and sweater, even your underwear. They're history, Newbie. H-i-s-t-o-r-y." The guard spelled the word. "Now move."
Kenny slowly pulled his sweater up over his head and off. He held it for a second, not knowing what to do with it. His hair was all messed up. "On the bunk, Newbie. But first," the guard quickly added, "kiss it goodbye."
"Sir?" Kenny had no idea what was expected of him.
"I said, kiss your sweater goodbye. Are you hard of hearing, Newbie?"
"No, sir," Kenny said softly.
"Well, kiss it goodbye and put it on the bunk. Is that so hard to understand?" Kenny awkwardly held his sweater to his lips then turned slightly to toss it on his bunk. "Not too good, Newbie, but I'll let it pass. You'll get better. What's your name, Newbie?"
"Bronson, sir. Kenny Brownson." Kenny continued to sweat.
"Well, you're now 'Newbie Bronson', understand? I couldn't care less what your first name is, incidentally. Maybe your cellmate, here does, but I don't. The other guards don't either. My name is Guard Ashton. It's on my nametag in case you forget the first few days. But you are now Newbie Bronson. Say it."
"Newbie Bronson, sir." Just saying it gave Kenny a wierd feeling. It was the same feeling he got earlier when he saw the bars on the windows everywhere.
"Now your shirt, Newbie Bronson. Off, kiss it goodbye and put it on the bunk. You've got tens seconds. One...." Kenny undid the buttons on his shirt as quickly as he could. He hands were shaking he noticed. "Eight....Nine....Ten." Kenny just made it. He held the shirt to his lips briefly and started to toss it aside. "No, no no," Ashton said. "Kiss it. Pretend its your girlfriend or your boyfriend as the case may be but kiss it." Kenny brought the shirt to his mouth again and pressed his lips to it. "Better," Ashton said. "Now on the bunk." Kenny tossed the shirt aside.
Piece by piece, Kenny was told to remove his street clothes. Undershirt, jeans, shoes, then socks. He kissed each before throwing them in a pile on his bunk. He now stood only in his briefs.
"Now the underwear, Newbie Bronson," Ashton said after having Kenny stand in his underwear for a full minute or more. Kenny felt his face flush. He knew this order was coming. He couldn't help but hesitate. "Now Newbie!" Ashton said raising his voice. "You've got three seconds. One..." Kenny quickly slid his underwear down to his ankles and stepped out of them. "Pick them up, Newbie Bronson," Ashton said once again in a normal voice. Kenny reached down and picked up his briefs. "Well?" Ashton said. Kenny pressed his briefs to his lips. He started to toss them on the bunk.
"Hold it," Ashton said. "Hand them over," Ashton said as he stepped closer. Kenny held out his underpants for Ashton. Ashton took them and looked at them closely, examining the crotch and the seat. "These are dirty, Newbie Bronson. Do you know that?"
"No, sir." Kenny siad.
"Well, they are. Look here." Ashton held Kenny's underwear so that the seat was visible. "What's this, Newbie?"
Kenny had no idea what to say. There was a small brown stain on the seat. "A stain, sir," Kenny finally said, his face turning an even deeper shade of red.
"What kind of stain, Newbie?" Kenny hesitated.
"A _s_h_i_t_ stain, sir," he finally said sensing Ashton's impatience.
"Right, s _s_h_i_t_ stain. Not good, Newbie Bronson. Not good at all. You sick?"
"No, sir."
"I run a very tight block here, Newbie Bronson," Ashton said, throwing Kenny's undershorts onto the bunk on top of the socks, shoes and jeans. Kenny remained standing, completely naked now. "A very tight block means that all of my boys are clean. They take showers every afternoon, they wear clean clothes. Understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, tell me, Newbie Bronson, how can we prevent this un-hygenic situation from occuring again?"
"Sir?"
"Just answer the question, Bronson." Ashton raised his voice.
"Ahhh...I'll be more careful, sir." Ashton approacged Kenny and stood less than a foot away. He spoke quietly but with a degree of menace.
"You're god-_d_a_m_n_ed right you'll be more careful, Bronson." Ashton's mouth was less than a foor from Kenny's ear. "But just to make sure, you will inform me whenever you need to take a dump and I'll accompany you to the hall toilet where we'll close the door and you'll do your "stuff" and I'll personally supervise your "paper-work", so to speak. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good," Ashton said as he stepped back looking Kenny up and down. Kenny stared straight ahead as he felt Ashton's eyes looking at his naked body. "When was your last dump Newbie?"
"Sir?" Kenny said. Ashton stared at him hard. Kenny quickly added: "This afternoon, sir."
"Newbie, if you continue answering my questions with 'Sir???', I'll introduce you to my paddle a lot sooner than I planned." Ashton turned to Wilkes, Kenny's cellmate. "Have you told our "newbie" about the paddle yet?" Wilkes immediately stood, hands by his side, eyes syraight ahead.
"No sir, Guard Ashton."
"Well, tell him now," Ashton said.
"We get paddled, sir." Wilkes said, looking at his new cellmate first, then to Ashton.
"How often?" Ashton asked.
"Every day, sir."
"Enjoyable?" Ashton asked. Wilkes hesitated slightly before answering.
"No, sir." He said. This was only partially true since Wilkes very mush enjoyed watching the others paddled. In fact, he privately thought that being paddled himself was a small price to pay for being able to watch others getting their paddlings. Paddlings of the others satisfied his sadistic personality and even aroused him _s_e_x_ually at times.
"Well, Wilkes, let's show the newbie how enjoyable they are." Ashton stepped to the front of the cell and called out through the bars. "Second guard with switch and paddle! Number 8!" He then turned back to Wilkes with Kenny still standing naked, watching out of the corner of his eye.
"Assume the position, Wilkes," Ashton said.
Wilkes started to unbutton his trousers. "No, Wilkes," Ashton said, "you can leave your pants up -- for now, anyway." Wilkes turned with his back to both Ashton and Kenny, stepped away from his bunk slightly and bent over with his hands on his knees, legs slightly spread. Kenny watched, noting that his cellmate had known exactly what position to assume without further instruction from Ashton. "All the way over, Wilkes," Ashton said. Wilkes grabbed his ankles with his ass now well presented, his trousers pulled tightly over his butt.
A second guard unlocked and entered the cell. He locked the door again. He held a long 18" paddle and a pencil-thin switch in his hand. "You in trouble again, Wilkes," the guard said, handing the paddle and the thin switch to Ashton.
"No, sir, Guard Rivers." Wilkes said as he looked back through his legs.
"Just going to show Newbie Bronson what lies in store for him later," Ashton said, laying the switch on the bunk and holding the paddle in front of Kenny's face for him to look at closely. Kenny looked at the paddle as he felt the new guard's starring at his naked body. The wooden paddle was about 2 inches wide, not too thick, with a handle wrapped in electrical tape.
Ashton stepped to Wilkes' side but in a position where Kenny could see Wilkes clearly. He placed the paddle against Wilkes' butt and rubbed it around in a circular motion, teasingly. "Ready Wilkes?" Ashton asked.
"Yes, sir, Guard Ashton," Wilkes replied and Kenny saw him close his eyes in anticipation.
"Only five, Wilkes," Ashton said as he slowly drew the paddle back. "Count 'em out loud for Newbie Bronson."
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END of PART 1