Every Sunday, Tuesday and Friday night on Dorm Block 2 at Lancet Point was "Punishment Tour" night. Punishment Tour consisted of all twenty of the residents lining up in front of their respective lockers in the shower's locker room. At least three guards would be present -- sometimes four. Residents would be told to strip their uniforms and wrap a towel from their locker around their waist (in winter they could also put a towel around their shoulders). Then the Head Guard (Ashton) would call out five numbers. Each number represented a locker number which represented a resident's locker. If his locker number was called out, that resident was scheduled for a paddling and possibly a switching for that particular night.
The paddling took place in the shower's locker room. A resident singled out for a paddling would take a position at the end of the room so that all could witness his paddling. He would them be told to remove his towel and bend over with his hands on his knees or grabbing his ankles. As the paddling progressed, he would be made to spread his legs further and further apart so that by the end of the paddling his anus and the back of his scrotum were clearly visible to everyone in the room interested to see -- which was everyone.
The number of strokes with the paddle and the number of swats with the switch were up to the guard. Usually 5-10 paddle strokes and a maximum of 6 switch strokes were usual -- although more of each was not unheard of.
Residents were almost always made to call-out the number of strokes as they were delivered. This served two purposes: it made the number of remaining strokes stick in the mind of the resident getting the strokes and it served to call attention to the fact that many residents would choke-up during the paddling. This added additional humiliation to the pain. Some residents would always choke-up, some would never choke-up, yet others would choke-up only if they received more than a certain mumber of swats with the very painful switch.
Whether a resident's number was called on any particular evening depended on two factors: whether it was his "turn" as the numbers were cycled in turn or whether he was scheduled for an out-of-turn punishment.
"Young Men, the people of this state have determined, through the courts, that your behavior, after repeated warnings, is such that you represent a danger and nusiance to society. You have, therefore, been temporarily removed from society and find yourselves here. This is to protect the law-abiding citizens. They don't want you among them until you learn to behave in a civil manner. But you must also pay another price -- punishment. Each of you will hopefully learn from this."
"The following will be specifically punished tonight." [He would then call out the five numbers and any special cases.]
On this particular evening -- Kenny's first evening and first Punishment Tour at Lancet Point -- his locker number -- 12 -- was the first called. Everyone expected this since he was the "newbie" on the floor. Guard Ashton was present and was the one to call-out the other five numbers as well.
As the residents stood in two rows on each side of the room, Guard Ashton walked to the far end with the paddle and switch in his hand. Behind him on the wall was a large mirror, reflecting the entire room. "Towels on!" He yelled. Everyone quickly took their shoes, socks and uniform shirts and trousers off as quickly as they could. They then pulled their undershirts over their heads and removed their underpants. They then turned and opened their lockers and removed a clean towel and wrapped it around their waist. They were naked for perhaps a total of ten seconds.
"Number twelve," Ashton called. "Up front."
Wilkes had told Kenny what to do. He quickly took the few steps to place him in front of Ashton. He tried to take his mind off of the pain and humiliation there were to come shortly by thinking how cold the tile floor was on his bare feet. It didn't work too well. He felt all eyes on him.
"Turn around," Ashton ordered. Kenny turned to face the nineteen other residents who were all looking intently at him. He was the newbie and everyone was interested on how he would take the paddle. Kenny wondered why Ashton had asked him to face the others. He thought that a big part of the humiliation of the paddling was exposing his ass to the others. "Remove your towel," Ashton said. Kenny loosened the towel and let it drop to the floor. He stood there, completely naked as the others looked at him. Suddenly he understood. Ashton had him turn facing the room so that he would show his _c_o_c_k_ to everyone. He couldn't help look at the faces of those looking at him. He noticed, not to his surprise, that most, including his roommate Wilkes, were staring at his crotch. But a few he noticed were looking at the reflection of his butt in the large wall mirror behind him. Wilkes had told him earlier: Notice who is looking at your ass in the mirror. Those are the guys who are probably watering at the mouth at the prospect of _f_u_c_k_ing you butt. Notice who they are." Kenny noticed three who were definately staring at the reflection of his butt and another who probably was. He aslo realized that Ashton, just a foot or so behind him now was probably looking at his butt. Ashton had him stand like this for what seemed to Kenny a long time. Actually it was maybe 20-30 seconds.
"Turn around and assume the position," Ashton finally said. "Hands on knees." As Kenny turned, Ashton moved around to his side, paddle in hand. As Keeny saw himself in the mirror he realized that his face was bright red from blushing. He also noticed that he looked very scared. He was. He slowly bent over and placed his hand on his knees. This caused his butt to stick out as he flexed his knees. A perfect target for Ashton, Kenny thought. "Head up," Ashton said. "Keep your eyes straight ahead. Any looking down will add another stroke."
As Kenny raised his head to look ahead, he saw the refection of everyone looking at him. This was terrible, he thought. Everyone can see me and see the pain on my face. And if I break down and cry, they'll see that too. _f_u_c_k_! I hate this, he thought.
"Your newest fellow-resident," Ashton said to the others. "Newbie Bronson. First name, Kenneth." Kenny swallowed hard. "Newbie Bronson," Ashton continued, "you'll get five from the paddle and three from the switch tonight. I'll administer them myself. Do you understand what it means to "call them out?"
"Yes, sir, Guard Ashton," Kenny said, looking at his reflection in the mirror.
"Did someone tell you?" Ashton asked.
"Yes, Guard Ashton."
"Who?" Kenny paused a second. He immediately realized his mistake. _f_u_c_k_! I'm sorry, Wilkes, he thought to himself.
"My roommate, Guard Ashton." Kenny said. Kenny heard some giggles from a few of the others.
"Awwwww...isn't that sweet," someone said.
"I wonder what else he's going to do for you later tonight newbie," someone else said. Ashton said nothing at this slight outburst and breakdown in discipline. It suited his purpose to ignore it.
"Good. I won't have to explain it to you then. We'll begin." Kenny then realized that the mirror had one advantage: he could see the smacks of the paddle coming.
The first smack was hard and Kenny first heard the very loud smack sound of the wood of the paddle across his bare ass. The room made it louder. But then the sting began. It was intense and seemed to build up over the next few seconds then died away quickly. His buttocks felt numb.
"One, sir," he called out. Kenny looked at the reflection of the others staring at him, enjoying his pain.
"Legs a foot apart," Ashton said. Kenny movewd his feet to a distance of what he guessed to be twelve inches. Only four more to go, he thought. He watched in the mirror as Ashton drew the paddle back, held it for a second, then forward, again hard and loudly, landing lower on his butt. Again the pain didn't register immediately but hit hard a second or two later. Kenny raised upward, taking his hands off his knees. "Two, sir," he said but was finding it difficult to speak.
"Legs further apart," Ashton said. Kenny widened his stance as he placed his hands on his knees again. The next blow came immediately and the pain seemed to add to that of the second swat. Kenny couldn't help calling out. He knew he couldn't take two more like that one without a longer pause between.
"Three, sir," Kenny said as he felt a lump in his throat and tears in his eyes.
"What was that, Newbie?" Ashton knew Kenny was having difficulty giving the count.
"Three, sir," Kenny managed to say but half of the others couldn't hear.
"Feet wide apart now, Newbie." Kenny moved his legs as far apart as he could. He felt the air in the room on his fully exposed asshole. He also knew that everyone who cared to could see him exposed this way. Ashton waited a few seconds to further humiliate Kenny. "Close your eyes, Newbie. And keep them closed." Aston was depriving Kenny of the warning of the next smack. When it came it was as hard as the others. Kenny tried to call it out but couldn't. He had completely choked-up, tears rolling down his face. The reflection in the mirror was now blurred but he imagined that he could see the others -- especially the ones closest -- enjoying the view of his anus and his tears.
"That's four, Newbie -- since you seem to be unable to say it." Then the last from the paddle, again hard and low on his butt, near his upper legs.
"Ahhhh!" Kenny was feeling intense pain now as the sting of the last two swats seemed to accumulate, each stroke adding to the one before. Ashton, of course knew exactly what he was doing; he was an expert at timing and aiming the paddle. He had mangaed to reduce Kenny to tears in five strokes of the narrow paddle. Three bright red swatches now appeared across Kenny's ass, one of them spreading over onto his upper thighs.
"Keep those legs apart, Newbie," Ashton warned as he placed the paddled between Kenny's spread legs and lightly tapped the tender, sensitive flesh of his upper thighs. Ashton was now "playing" with his victum; teasing him. "We want everyone to see your plumbing back here," Ashton pressed the end of the paddle against Kenny'y fully exposed anus. Kenny couldn't help but think that Ashton was intentionally inviting any of the others who wanted to think about _f_u_c_k_ing the asshole they now saw. But any humiliation that Ashton intended by drawing attention to Kenny's asshole was overridden in Kenny's mind by the pain at the moment and the fact that he had broken down in front of the others. Not to mention the fact that he would surely be raped in a few minutes.
Kenny watched in the mirror as Ashton handed the paddle to Rivers and took the switch. The room was completely silent, eveyone watching Ashton and Kenny. Ashton swished the switch through the air. He then gently tapped Kenny's butt and upper legs several times.
"Three with the switch," Ashton said as he continued teasing Kenny's butt. "I remind all of you that this is punishment; the price you must pay. Now, Bronson, way over and grab your ankles. Kenny reached down and held his ankles. He felt his asshole even more exposed now. He was also aware that his balls had shriveled up tight against his groin and that his _c_o_c_k_ was also "shrunk" to a tiny size.
"Experience tells me that you may have trouble staying fully bent over," Ashton said, "so I'll ask Guard Rivers to assist you." Rivers stepped forward and, standing next to Kenny, firmly placed one hand on Kenny's lower back and the other on his neck. Rivers pressed down slightly so that Kenny couldn't stand if he tried.
"You don't need to count these," Ashton said. In this position, Kenny could only see the floor; he couldn't raise his head to look in the mirror. So the swat with the switch would be delivered with no visual warning.
"Ohhhhhawww!" Kenny yelled out as the first switch landed squarely across his plump buttocks. As Ashton had foreseen, Kenny reflexively attempted to stand up but Rivers prevented it. The pain was immediate; no delay as with the paddle. Immediate and intense.
The second switch caught Kenny across the upper legs just where his butt ended.
"Awwllllohhhh..ohhh!" Rivers had to press downward harder to keep Kenny in position as he fought to stand upright.
The last switch landed just above where the first had landed.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Kenny yelled as the last landed. He knew he couldn't take many more like these and was glad it was over. Rivers immediately took his hands from Kenny's neck and back. Kenny wanted very much to stand but kept his position.
"Good boy," Ashton said. That's it; just keep you position. The others need to see. As Ashton said this three red stripes appeared showing where the switch had landed. These were on top of the paddle marks and a brighter red. Ashton said nothing for a full thirty seconds as the others looked at Kenny's backside and the red marks.
"Okay, stand up." Ashton finally said. Kenny moved his legs together and stood upright. The sting of the switch was just begining to die down a little. "Turn around." Ashton ordered. Kenny slowly turned. He was in no hurry to face the others after such humiliation and still completely naked. Thankfully, Ashton didn't have him stand there long. "Put you towel on and take your place," Ashton said. As Kenny bent down to pick up his towel, Rivers leaned over and whispered in Kenny's ear.
"Thank him." Rivers said. Kenny quickly put the towel around his waste and tucked it tightly.
"Thank you Guard Ashton," he said, looking straight ahead. As he started to walk back to locker number 12, he remembered something that Wilkes had said earlier in the evening.
"During the paddling tonight, look at the towels," Wilkes had said. "You'll see some guys with hard-ons sticking out under their towels. Normally, it's a little funny to look at. Tonight it won't be funny for you, though. These are the guys who get turned-on at watching you bent over, looking at your asshole and balls. They'll be the ones -- some of them anyway -- who will probably _f_u_c_k_ your butt tonight."
Kenny saw four guys whose towels were definately covering stiff _c_o_c_k_s underneath. Wilkes -- standing in front of locker number 9 -- was one of them.