"One, sir," Wilkes said loudly as Ashton brought the paddle down hard across his butt. Kenny couldn't help but look at his cellmate's expression as the paddle landed. He could see the pain of the swat registered on Wilkes' face. The loud smack was not as sharp as Kenny had imagined it would be however and he attributed this to the fact that Wilkes had two layers of clothes -- his tousers and his underwear -- covering his ass.
"Two, sir," Wilkes called-out after the next blow as Kenny watched Wilkes close his eyes tightly with the pain. Ashton paused before the next smack.
"Are you watching, Newbie Bronson," Ashton said without taking his eyes of Wilkes' butt.
"Yes, sir." Kenny said. The guard brought the paddle home again.
"Three, sir."
"Having fun?" the second guard said to Wilkes.
"No, sir," Wilkes said and then "Four, sir!" as the paddle landed low on his butt.
"Only one more, Wilkes," Ashton said as he paused. "...with the paddle, that is." He added. Once again Ashton teased his victum by lightly rubbing the paddle over Wilkes' butt in a circular motion. For the first time in several minutes Kenny's mind was off his own naked state. He was watching Wilkes intently.
"Five, sir," Wilkes said. He opened his eyes and looked at Kenny. For a second, Kenny returned his gaze but then quickly looked up at the blank wall.
Ashton handed the paddle to the second guard and picked up the switch from Kenny's bunk. He held it up for Kenny to see. "This one stings," he said. Kenny saw a long, thin, round switch tappered slightly towards the end, maybe 24 inches long. Ashton held it by an enlarged, bulb-like end made of smooth wood. The switch itself appeared to be made of a hard, dark, shiny plastic material. Wilkes was still bent over grabbing his ankles, looking at the floor.
"Stand up," Ashton said. Wilkes quickly stood, bringing his legs together, arms stiffly at his side. "Trousers down and off." Wilkes quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his uniform trousers and, lifting one leg at a time, pulled them them over his shoes. He tossed them onto his bunk. The tail of his uniform shirt hung down over his butt but Kenny could see that he was wearing jockey undershorts.
"Underpants too," Ashton said. Wilkes quickly lowered and stepped out of his underwear, bending to pick them up. "Let's see them," Ashton said and Wilkes held his undershort back behind him. Ashton grabbed them and turned them over in his hand to examine the seat. He held them in front of Kenny's face. "Now that's how I want to see the underwear of the boys on my hall, Newbie Bronson." He said continuing to hold them out at arms length. "Nice and clean."
"Of course Wilkes has been here a while, haven't you Wilkes," the second guard said. Wilkes said nothing. "How long, Wilkes?"
"Almost five months, Guard Rivers," Wilkes said. Ashton finally tossed the underwear onto Wilkes' bunk.
"Up on the bunk, Wilkes," Ashton ordered. "Elbows and knees, legs spread." Wilkes got onto his bunk on his knees then bent over onto his elbows. He placed his right knee near the right edge of the mattress, his left knee at the left edge. Ashton reached over and pulled Wilkes' shirt and undershirt up to his shoulders, exposing his bare butt. "Come down here," Ashton said to Kenny, indicating a place at the foot of Wilkes' bunk. Kenny took the two steps. He again became aware of the fact that he was completely naked as he looked at his cellmate's own naked butt.
"What do you see, Newbie Bronson?"
"My cellmate, sir," Kenny answered.
"What specifically do you see, Bronson?" Ashton asked as he moved to Wilkwes' side, switch in hand.
"His ass, sir," Kenny said after a moment's hesitation.
"And what else," Ashton said looking over Wilkes' back to check.
"Ahhh...his balls, sir?"
"Is that a question or a statement, Bronson?" Ashton said looking up.
"No, sir. I mean a statement, sir."
"You address me as 'Guard Ashton', Bronson.
"Yes, sir...Guard Ashton." Kenny found himself staring intently at Wilkes' ass and his scrotum hanging loosely between his legs.
Ashton took the tip of the switch and placed it lightly against Wilkes' asshole. "What's this, Bronson?"
"His asshole, Guard Ashton."
"See how clean it is?" Kenny looked at his cellmates wrinkled hole. At this distance he could tell if it was clean or not, but he quickly decided that he was supposed to say 'yes'.
"Yes, Guard Ashton." Ashton teased Wilkes' asshole with the tip of the switch, adding a couple of gentle pokes at the brown, wrinkled knot.
"That's the way yours should be -- at all times. Understand?"
"Yes Guard Ashton."
"Only three, Wilkes," Ashton said. "Just to show Bronson here what a switching's like. Ready?"
"Yes, Guard Ashton." Wilkes said. Kenny could not see his cellmate's face but imagined him closing his eyes as he did with the paddle. Ashton got in a better position to deliver the switches then placed the switch across Wilkes' cheeks lightly. "The first will be right here," he said to Wilkes. "You don't need to count these."
"Watch his asshole closely, Bronson." This was Rivers speaking as he moved into a position be get a better view of Wilkes' ass. "Understand?"
"Yes, sir." I mean yes, Guard Rivers." Ashton brought the switch quickly back and then down hard across Wilkes' ass landing exactly where he had said it would. Kenny noticed that there was hardly any noise at all other than the 'swish' sound as the switch moved through the air.
"Awwww," Wilkes said sucking in air through his teeth. A bright red mark soon appeared across Wilkes' ass. Ashton had made this swat very hard. He wanted to cause Wilkes to cry-out just to humiliate him in front of his new cell mate.
"Well?" Rivers asked.
"Sir?" Kenny said
"I told you to watch his asshole, Bronson. What did you see?"
"Ahhh...I guess it kind-of moved, Guard Rivers." Kenny hoped that he gave the answer expected. Wilkes' asshole had indeed visibly tightened as the switch landed.
"Moved?" Rivers asked. "What do you mean 'moved'?"
"It....ahhh..moved, sir." Kenny had no idea what Rivers wanted him to say.
"Would you say that it got smaller? Would you say that a swat with a paddle makes your asshole tighten-up?
"Yes, sir."
"How observant. Remember that." Rivers said. Ashton placed the switch against Wilkes' cheeks, lower down toward his upper legs. Kenny watched as Wilkes raised his butt up even higher causing his balls to move forward. Kenny quickly figured that this was to prevent the switch from hitting the back of his scrotum. Wilkes had probably learned to do this from painful experience, Kenny thought.
Ashton brought the switch forward but not quite as hard as the first switch. Wilkes jerked reflexively, raising his head up. "Awwww," he cried.
"One more," Ashton said and quickly landed the switched near where the first switch had hit. A meduim blow, Kenny thought. Wilkes again threw his head back registering his pain but made no sound.
"Not bad," Rivers said. "You're getting better all the time, Wilkes."
"Little baby switches," Ashton said. "If I had hit him hard with this, you would have heard him yelling all the way back at the guard station," he said to Kenny. "You'll see, Bronson. You'll see. All in good time."
Kenny saw three bright red maks across both of Wilkes' cheeks. He also found himself staring at Wilkes' asshole and balls. And to his amazement and embarrassment, he felt his _c_o_c_k_ growing stiff. This worried him.
"Go stand next to your bunk," Ashton said to Kenny. He then turned to Wilkes. "Off the bed, clothes on. Fast." Wilkes quickly put his underwear and trousers back on, stuffed his shirts into his trousers, then zipped and buttoned them. "Sit on the edge of your bunk," Ashton told him. Then to Kenny: "Okay, Newbie Bronson, since you happen to be standing there with no clothes on and since you've had a good look at Wilkes' asshole, suppose your turn around, take a step backward, bend over and spread you cheeks and show him yours." Kenny didn't move but felt his face turn red.
"You heard Guard Ashton," Rivers said, "move!"
Kenny turned with his back to Wilkes, took a step backward to place himself even closer to his cell mate and then bent over slowly. He hesitated another moment then reached back with both hands and slowly pulled his buttocks apart.
"Come on, Bronson," Ashton said moving to get a better view of Bronson's backside, "spread 'em wide." Kenny pulled his cheeks further apart. He felt the air in the room against his anus and knew that he was fully exposed. Rivers moved over closer to Ashton.
"You're lucky, Newbie Bronson." Rivers said as he leaned forward. "You got an 'inny'." Kenny had no idea what Rivers was referring to. He could only guess it had something to do with his asshole.
"Now, keep you cheeks apart and spread your legs, Bronson," Ashton said after what seemed a long time to Kenny. He moved his feet apart and realized that his scrotum was also now visible from behind.
"A well-hung newbie with a tight little hole," Ashton said. "And he's your new 'roomie', Wilkes. How lucky can you be?" Wilkes said nothing but continued to look at his new cell mate's backside. "And," Ashton added after a pause, "he's showing the beginings of a hard-on. My, my, my." But tell me, Wilkes," Ashton said, "is Newbie Bronson's asshole clean?"
"Yes, Guard Ashton."
"Care to look any closer?" Ashton added.
"No, thank you, Guard Ashton." Just then a loud bell rang out, echoing down the halls.
"Ahh, too bad Wilkes," Ashton said sarcastically. "You got to go to morning class. That means you won't get to see Newbie Bronson here introduced to the paddle." Wilkes stood and quickly picked up a text book and notebook from the room's table. He was glad to have a reason to leave. Having both Rivers and Ashton in the room made him understandably nervous. Rivers unlocked the room's door and held it open.
"See you later, Wilkes," Rivers said as Wilkes quickly left the room. Bronson, who was still bent over pulling his butt cheeks apart felt a sinking feeling as he heard the door close again.
"Just stay like that, Bronson," Ashton said as he stepped closer. As he had with Wilkes a few minutes earlier, Ashton took the tip of the switch and rubbed it lightly across Kenny's asshole then down toward his balls. Kenny realized that he couldn't do anything about this humiliation. He just closed his eyes and couldn't help but wonder what the paddle would feel like. Ashton poked the tip of the switch against Kenny's anus harder.
"Yes, he's definately got an 'inny'." Ashton said to Rivers. Kenny winced as he felt the switch pressed harder against his hole. "Put you hands on your bunk." Ashton placed the switch on Kenny's bunk and picked up the paddle. Kenny remained bent over as he placed his hands, palms down, on his bunk. His legs were still slightly spread. "Look up and keep your eyes on the wall, Bronson." Kenny raided his head and saw Ashton holding the paddle out of the corner of his eye.
"You're also lucky, Bronson," Ashton said. "You've got an appointment with Doc Vecchio in fifteen minutes and we wouldn't want the doc to see you with a bright red butt would we?" Kenny said nothing. "Well...Bronson?"
"No, sir, Guard Ashton." Kenny said finally.
"So, just a few light smacks to give you something to think about until tonight. I think just three for now will do." Without further warning Kenny felt the paddle land hard across his bare butt. The sound of the smack against his bare skin was very loud. But then, a second later, the sting registered. It was horrible; like a thousand needles jabbed into his butt cheeks all at once.
"Awwwlll, _s_h_i_t_!" Kenny yelled out. He knew this was probably a mistake but he couldn't help it.
"Just count them, Bronson. No comments. But since you brought the subject up, you never did answer my question," Ashton said as he landed another blow, just as hard but low on Kenny's butt.
"Two, sir." Kenny said as the pain seemed to spread over his back and legs. It was awful. If these were not hard swats, he wondered what hard ones would feel like. Maybe you got used to it after a while but at the moment he couldn't see how.
"Well?" Ashton asked. "Are you going to tell me when your last dump was or not, Bronson."
"Yesterday, sir...Guard Ashton." Kenny couldn't see Ashton's arm or the paddle so he was expecting the third smack at any moment. Ashton, of course, knew this and intentionally delayed delivering the last of the three just to keep Kenny in suspense. "Morse specific, Newbie Bronson. When yesterday?" Ashton teased Kenny now by lightly patting his butt with the paddle. Kenny jumped each time he felt the light touch of the paddle. Ashton turned and smiled at Rivers.
"I'm not sure, Guard Ashton. The afternoon sometime. I can't remember." Kenny really couldn't remember exactly when he took a _s_h_i_t_ last. It was at the county Juvenile Detention Center where he had spent all day yesterday and last night before being transferred to Lancet Point this morning. But whether it was morning or afternoon he wasn't sure.
"You'll remember from now on, Bronson," Ashton said as he continued teasing Kenny with the paddle, rubbing it back and forth across his ass lightly. "For the next few weeks, you'll remember each and every time you take a dump, believe me." Kenny felt Ashton lift the paddle off his butt and prepared himself for the last swat.
"Keep your eyes open, Bronson," Ashton said. "Stare at the wall, like I told you or I'll add an extra swat." Ashton quickly drew the paddle back.
"Three, sir!" Kenny said after the paddle landed hard across both cheeks. He raised up on his toes and grabbed the side of the bunk trying to forget the pain. "Am I right, Guard Rivers," Ashton asked over his shoulder.
"Right." Rivers agreed. He looked at Kenny with a slight smile. "You'll have the cleanest asshole on this entire floor for the next few weeks. No doubt of that. Guard Ashton and I will see to it personal-like."
"Now stand up and get those issue clothes on, Newbie," Ashton said picking up the switch. "You got a doctor's appointment in ten minutes. And fold those street clothes neatly -- I said n-e-a-t-l-y -- and put them on the floor next to your bunk. Hurry!"
Ashton handed the paddle and the switch to Rivers who unlocked the door and left. Kenny hurriedly put the reformatory uniform on -- jockey undershorts, undershirt, front-button shirt, trousers and black socks. Ashton watched as Kenny hurried as fast as he could keeping his eyes off Ashton as much as possible.
"Where the hell are your shoes, Bronson?"
"I don't think they gave me any, Guard Ashton."
"_s_h_i_t_, Newbie, you just forgot them. That'll be an extra two next time." Ashton looked around. "Just wear the shoes you had on or you'll be late. Now move!" Kenny quickly put his street shoes back on. He then quickly folded his other clothes and put them on the floor. "Now, let's go. Keep two steps in front of me. I'll tell you when and which way to turn."
As Kenny walked down the hallways and up the stairs, Ashton stayed two steps behind giving directions. Ashton couldn't help glancing at Kenny's butt beneath the uniform trousers, remembering the sight of Kenny's plump bare ass as the paddle landed, the fuzzy light hair around Kenny's balls and his tight-looking, wrinkled asshole. He smiled to himself.
END of PART 2