PART ONE - THE PREPAREING
I would like to describe you the initiation ceremony every sportsman has to take in my country.
I was 14 at the time when I became the member of my city's senior fencing team.
My teammates were Coco (25), the assistant coach and the captain of the team, Pete (18), the country's Junior champ and Balcanic Junior champ, Alin (18) and Emil(15).
After a month of hard work in the gym, we left to Chisinau, the capital of Moldova, a neighbour state, where people speak romanian, too. The team had some rough rules. Every moment with team was like real hell to me. The trainings were not just about training, but also about teasing and humiliating me. I will describe these later.
A week before we left to Chisinau, they told me that I will receive the beating of my life there - the Botez, the ceremony which will attest that I am a sportsman.
I was terrified for the rest of the time.
Finally, we Leaved to Chisinau with the train. The trip lasted 24 hours, 24 reasonable hours as I didn't received too many beatings, just a few. I will describe these later, too.
We got to the hotel, a pretty good one. We realized that there were some other romanian clubs invited to the tournament: one from Bucharest, and one from Craiova. They were staying on the same floor. To my relief, I ended up in a room with some official, the 50-year old gentleman who came with us. The tournament lasted 2 days, and I did pretty well. I was the 24th out of 100, and we won the team competition. Of course, Pete won the individual competition. Then came two days for the womens competition - plenty of time for my botez.
On the night when our tornament ended, my teammates decided to hang out. They didn't take me, as I wasn't a sportsman yet - I hadn't had my botez. They gave me a newspaper, and told me that I had to learn all the ads from it, - nearly one thousand! The phone numbers too, they said!
While they were out, I talked to a guy of my age from Bucharest and asked him how a Botez is like. He said that he was to receive his Botez later that evening.
"But how is it like? Don't you know?"
"It's a spanking. A very hard one. That's what they told me."
One of his teammates dropped in.
"Come on, Bamse (this was his nick-name), time for your Botez."
They left. I was confused. I wasn't spanked at home, as I had two psychologists as parents. I can remember some very easy spankings by my mother, when I was below the age of 10, but I knew this was the real thing. I always was fascinated by spanking, though. I even played some games with my friends at home. Don't get me wrong - I hated to be spanked. What I liked - and still like - was to be the one who spanks. But I knew that this means that I'll be able to spank other newcomers later, and this made things much easier to me.
I started to learn the ads.
The next day, the fencers from Bucharest came into my room.
"Bamse, show him your butt. He has the right to know how his butt is going to look like tomorrow" their team-captain, a 16-year old gipsy guy said.
"Please don't make me..." nodded Bamse.
"Do it or I'll kill you" his captain said.
Bamse smiled, turned around, and pulled down his pants and underpants. It was terryfiying. His butt was deep - not red, not purple, not blue - but black. Besides, it had round wounds all over. Later, I found out that those were bites.
"Now show him your chest."
Bamse pulled up his T-shirt. He had a very deep wound on his chest.
"I marked him with my electric waterheater. I want him always to remember that he was once my roommate".
That wound will surely remain there all his life. Poor Bamse - I thought. Will I get the heater too? I was sooooo afraid! My head was hurting, and I could feel my heart beating very, very fast. I just smiled, trying not to reveal my fear.
Later, when we were in my captain's team for lunch, they came in again. Bamse had to show his ass and chest again. My teamcaptain told asked the other captain to tell him about Bamse's Botez.
" First, he had to run around the Hotel Yard with 15m (aroun 50 feets) of toilet paper in just his underpants, and not let the toilet paper getting wet." It was the end of February, and the snow was melting so it was an impossible assignment, not to mention that it was pretty cold outhere, too. "He failed, of course. Then, he had to hold a fence vertical on his finger while running through the yard of the hotel. Then, he had to run 50 times around the hotel, naked, in 30 minutes. He failed all the assignments, and got 60 points. So he got 60 from each of us with the slipper. We didn't hit hard. I received a much harder botez 2 years ago, when I came to this team. My butt never healed completely." He pulledd down his jeans and underwear and showed us his butt. "This is the bite of Codlea, I'm proud about it". Codlea was a very good fencer. "After that, we bit him 5 times each, and then I marked his chest with the heater."
All my teammates were laughing. I was laughing too, but inside - I was crying.
"I see that you believe only in physical assignments. We usually give physical, intelectual and arthistic assignments, too" Coco said.
The other team left. Coco didn'l like them, because 3 out of 6 of them were gipsys, and they were loud and didn't know how to behave. They asked if they could watch my botez, but Coco - to my relief - said no.
Until 9, I was left alone to study the ads.
PART TWO - the assignments
That night at nine o'clock, I was in Coco's room. All the team was there, and they were smiling, so I smiled, too.
"First, we'll control how well you've learned the ads. Every one of us will ask you 5 questions, and will tell a number of points you will receive from him for that question. This will be from 1 to 10. One point will mean one stroke by the fence, the towel, by hand, by the belt and by the fencing cable". In other circumstances, this cable was use to connect our fencing suits to low voltage electric indicator system, which helped the refree decide whether a hit was good or not. "So be carefull. I like you very much, but I can't help you now. The Botez has to be a Botez, or you won't be proud of it" Coco always stopped the other guys when they were hitting me too hard with their fists.
Emil asked first: "What is the 55th ad?". _f_u_c_k_ you - I thoght. How would I know? At least he could tell me how it begins or something.
"You don't know? 10 points" - Emil said.
"Tell me the ad about the Ford Mustang" - Alin said.
"I'm willing to sell a Ford Mustang, 1978, er... , 3000 USD, tel.: 143643"
"Completely wrong. 10 points."
And the questions went on and on. I collected the maximum number of points, 50 from all of them. This was way too hard for me.
"Now, we will ask you all kinds of questions" Coco said. "The pointing system will remain the same. But now, if you don't know the answer for some really important question, we can give black marks to you. One balck mark means one bite, and believe me - those bites hurt."
"What's the name of the street where our hotel is?"
I didn't know.
The questions went on and on, 10 from each of them. I collected 5O points from each of them (as all of them gave me around 50 points, they evened out at 50, so the calculations were more simple like this, instead of operating with numbers like 48,52,47). I collected 10 black marks, too.
"Now" Coco said "you have 100 points. That's very much. That means, with five instruments, 500 hundred from the four of us. That would be 2000. That's too much for a boy who's only 14. So we will give you a chance to lower your points. We will give you each 3 phisycal assignments. If you do them well, we will lower your points. But you can raise the number of the black marks".
Emil got 2,5l Coca-Cola bottle full with water.
"Strip to your underpants, Peter. Put this bottle in your underwear. Not to the back, in front, sucker." The others were laughing. "Now run ten times to the door and back. Don't touch the bottle and don't loose any water."
When I made my first move, the bottle felt out. My underwear was wet now.
"You messed my room. That's a black mark. Now go on" Coco said.
I put back the bottle. Now it was much easier, as nearly half of the water was on the floor now. While I was running, the bottle was pressing my penis and my balls.
"Do you feel anything down there anymore, Peter" Pete asked, lauhging with tears.
"It doesn't hurt" I said.
When I finished, Emil said that he will loose 5 points for that.
Now, it was Alin's turn.
"We need 10 glasses for the next assignment. We have only 5 glasses here. Go to the girl's room, just like this, in your underpants, and ask for 5 more. Emil will go with you."
There was nothing to do. I went to the girl's room. Those were pretty catholic girls, and the oldest was 16, so they covered their eyes (at least formally) when they saw me, then tried to shut the door in front of me, and they didn't want to listen to me.
I begged them to give me their glasses. Finally, they gave me the glasses. On my way back I met a cleaning lady, and she was telling something about calling the police.
Finally, I got back to Coco 's and Pete's room. "Now, fill those with water" Pete said. When I finished, he said "drink all of those. One glass, one point down." After three glasses I was feeling sick.
"I can't drink anymore"
"Your choice. Just three points down."
The assignments varied between humiliation and physical pain.
I had to collect the 100 feet carpet on the hall of the hotel-floor by rolling it, I was once over sent to the girl's room, I had to jump from the table down and land on my butt, I had to immitate a falling plane both with my body by running over the room with my hands held horizontaly and by jumping on my belly on the floor and my mouth (bzzzzzz, bzzzzzz). I had to sing the music of the Dallas serials, I had to belly-dance on South-american music, and so on. While it was humiliating and painful, I still was very pleased that I wasn't sent to the yard of the hotel.
Finally, the assignments ended. I was all wet, both by water and by transpiration.
"Well done" Coco said. "You managed to lower your points at 50, but you've got four more black marks.".
Oh, how revealing - I thought. That's still 1000 to my ass.
"Do you know the horse's position while drinking water?"
"Er... No..." I said.
"Too bad. It's one more black mark to you. That's 15. Now grab your knees. Emil, put some more water on his underpants. O. K. The first instrument will be the hands. You can begin, Emil. Ow, Peter, put this towel in your mouth. You aren't allowed to shout out loudly. If you shout, Emil wil have to begin again. And try not to move or cry either. Take it like a man."
PART THREE - the spanking
I was there, bent in an angle of 120 degrees, totally humiliated. 1000 strokes can mean death, if they are delivered very hard.
I think it's time to tell you about my body. I was a little bit short for my age, as the muscles on my feets developed too early because of the fencing and they wouldn't let me grow. I think I was a beautiful sight for them, as my ass was moving in anticipation. Nobody believed me that I was just 14, everyone gave me at least 17 years.
Emil began to spank me. He was only 15, but looked like 20. He was the most muscleuos on the team, he looked like a body-builder or like a weight-lifter.
I was waiting for something worth - the first 20 strokes didn't hurt too much. Then I began to feel those strokes. My agony begun. I was making funny noises, not too loud, as I knew I wasn't allowed to shout.
"Oooooooh, ouuuuu, mmmmmm, aammakndsk, wowowoowo"
Emil finished soon. He turned some more water on my sore ass.
Alin began the spanking. While Emil spanked my butcheeks, Alin spanked mostly my crack. I pushed the towels more deeply in my mouth, and I began to shout into the towel.
"Ow, Ow, O-o-o-o-o-w, ".
I was trying to focus on something else, but I couldn't. I was in agony, and I didn't had the right to show it.
Alin finished, and it was Pete's turn. He was hitting very hard. Tears began fall on the floor from my eyes. It wasn't the humiliation, it wasn't anger, just the pain. I couldn't believe it. Suddenly, I realised why Pete's spanking was hurting more then the other's. He was hitting only my left cheek. I tried to move more on the right to make him hit my right cheek, too, butt it was hopeless. My butt wasn't too big, but certainly big enough to a fencing champ not to miss it, even when it moves. By the 30th stroke, I felt on my knees. My right cheek was on fire. I couldn't believe the pain, and I couldn't believe that it was so much more to come. Alin grabbed me, and lifted me on my feets again. Pete didn't stop in the meantime. Finally, he ended.
Now, it was Coco's turn.
"Peter, pull your underwear down."
I obeyed.
"Nice and red. I bet its sore."
He delivered the hardest smack I ever experienced. I felt a pain in my heart, and all I coul do was to cough. I wasn't able to cry or shout out. It wasn't the pain you would expect by a smack delivered from a hand. I felt like I was hit by a 5 inch thick metal-pipe.
"That's all from me with the hand. It hurts me, too. I don't want my hand to be sore because of your stupid butt."
I knew it wasn't true. He just felt sorry for me. Thanks, Coco, I thought, you're an angel.
"Now pull your underwear back, and get on your knees, near the bed. Not mine, don't mess mine, but Pete's. Put your belly on the bed. That's it. Emil, the fence is next"
I don't know if you ever held a fence in your hands. It is made from metal, it is 3 feets (1 m) long, and its thicknes is from 0,5 inch at the base ant 0,2 inches at the top. It has a plastic handle which provides very good stability in one's hand. It's not round, but it's four-scared. It's like a cane, but it's metal and it's worth. While it shouldn't cut, it can also cut with it's angles.
Emil began hitting me hardly. It was no way for me to avoid those whacks. The fence was falling every two seconds on my butt, so I hadn't time to do nothing. I just stood there in agony, pressing myself to the wooden bed. I wasn't breathing until the 30th (I think) swat. I coughed then, both of not breathing for a minute or so and from pain.
"Noooooo" I shouted through the towel.
"Be a man, Peter" Emil said, but he didn't stopped.
When he finished, Coco said "This is hell of a Botez. His underwear is messed, the fence cut it. And look at that blood on his underwear. Keep up the good work, guys. Alin, you're next". I knew that he was feeling sorry for me, but he wouldn't show it. I was grecious.
Alin and Pete asked permission from Coco to beat me simultanously. He agreed, knowing that if he would say no, they would get angrier. It was like living hell. They were hitting hard, each only on one cheek. They weren't hitting simultanously, but one after the other. I received one hit in each second. It was so much worse then everything before. Pete had the right cheek again, while Alin was working on the left one. I tried not to breeze again - this was the only way not to cry out. I could feel the warm blood tering down on my cheeks and thighs. At around 30, I tried to get air, but in the meantime I cried out. Salive was coming out of my mouth, and tears were dropping from my eyes - both on Pete's bed.
Finally, they finished their turn. Now it was Coco to come.
"Peter, that underwear is completely messed. Get it off". I got it off, and looke at it. It had thick cuts, at least 20, and it was bloody. I touched my ass. My hand was now bloody, too. I cried out loudly at the sight. Coco hugged me.
"Don't cry, Peter. It's almost over. Take it like a man. You were brave 'till now, try to be brave from now on. Get in position". He was my idol. Imagine your idol, a 25 year-old, talking like this to you.
"I'll give you just one again. I'm too old to beet a 14 year old's ass like I would do with an 18 year's old."
Whack!!!! I could feel it cut in deep into my flesh. I kept the air in myself while I could. After 5 seconds or so I nodded: "Owww".
Then it was the cable. Don't know if you ever felt that. For a butt so trashed as mine, it was like a whip. It didn't break the skin, but it heated my buttocks unbelievebly, as it felt always on only one cheek of my now bare bottom at a time.
It was Coco's turn again. The cable has a metal part on the end, a hook, which allows you to fix it on the fencer suit. I knew that he's gonna hit me with the hook. The hit had fallen. Ifelt like the hot remained inside my flesh. Of course it didn't. Emil said:
"Look at that mark. Look at it getting red, purple, blue, and now black. Coco, you're a maestro" Pete said.
Then came the towel. At the pool, if someone hit me before with the towel, my butt was sore for an hour just from one hit. You know that move, you grab the towel at one end, let it fly to someone's butt and then, when it almost reaches the target, you suddenly stop it. It hurts like hell, espacially on a wet swimsuit. And now I'm taking 150, actually 151 with Coco's one, and my bottom was naked, wet, bloody, and so very sore. They wetted a towel well, and began using it on me.
The good thing was that this is a hard thing to do, and if you don't do that stopping in time, it doesn't hur at all. Of course, they were professionals, but even they missed at least one out of ten.
"I feel very sorry for you, Peter. But I really think that every sportsman has to get through this and I know it's good for you. Hand me that towel, Pete".
Well, his sting wasn't much harder then the other's. The towel hurts, but it has it's limits, and Emil, Alin and Pete before reached those limits.
"The last instrument is the belt" Coco said. I was beginning to be happy. I was sore, but the thought that all this will soon and made me enthusiastic. Don't forget that I was under deep stress for nearly 2 weeks now.
I took the belt as well as I could. All the guys were putting all their strangth into the whacks. I began shivering from the pain and from the crying. I still wasn't crying out loud, and they were encouraging me for this. Coco hit me again with the metal part of the belt.
"Now comes the hardest part of the hall Botez. Nobody ever managed to get through thi without crying out loud. We all hope that you would. Put this towel on your butt, we don't want to see what we're biting".
It was worth that you can imagine. When someone bited me, it felt like a thousand noodles in my butt. Pete even shaked his head while he was bitting me, like a dog, and then tried to lift me with his mouth. Just imagine 15 of these. I still think I was brave, but I was crying freely - but stil not loudly.
They said something about the olimpic circles on my butt. Later, when I looked in the mirror, I saw that those very hard bites that Pete gave me were the delivered in the form of the olimpic circles. These circles were visible for at least 3 month after that.
"I can't bite, my teeth are bad. But I can do something else to finish this off in style. Get off the towel from your butt"
He got a screwdriver in his hand. He pressed it on my right buttock, in a place where the skin wasn't broken yet. He pressed it real deep, and then began to screw it on the skin. He wouldn't let the skinget back in it's natural position, just screwed it until it broke.
"To the shower with you. You have five minutes to get back here" he said.
I was in the 7th heaven. It was over! Still sobbing, I went to the shower. Once there, I collapsed on the cold, wet cement. It felt so good to my butt. I took a quick shower with cold water (as there wasn't any hot water in the hotel), and it felt very good. I got back to the room, still naked. The guys opened a champagne, and congratulated me. They said that I was much braver then Emil was a year before. I was very happy both of their appreciations, and by knowing that soon I was going to be the one who spanks the _s_h_i_t_ out of others.
In my condition, even a glass of champagne got me drunk. I went to my room, and slept well, on my belly of course.
To be continued...