This is another story about a boarding-school where the usual punishment for misbehaviour and breaking the rules is a good old-fashioned spanking. I hope you'll enjoy that one!
According to the rules in our house, we have to be home by 10 p. m. As you can imagine, there are situations where it's just not possible to comply with that rule. There was a heavy metal concert in town and me and my roommates Jamie, Dennis and John had to go there.
We have quite a routine in staying out late without getting caught. For sure there is always someone waiting at the front door every night after 10 p. m. so that you shouldn't use that entrance if you're back later than 10 p. m. We always use a window in the basement where there's the kitchen. One of the cooks is a friend of mine because I once did him a favour that prevented him from losing his job (I had taken a blame for him because I would only get a spanking and he would get fired) - now whenever I ask him to leave the window open, he does that for me.
Sometimes we get caught when we come back late and then get spanked, but sometimes an adventure like that also has no consequences at all. I have to confess that the threat of maybe getting caught and receiving a spanking for that also gives us a kick and it's always quite exciting when we come back. We're always relieved when we manage getting into our beds without having received a spanking. But if we get caught, it's also no big deal - only John is afraid of spankings; Dennis doesn't really mind, and Jamie and I definitely accept spankings if we've deserved them. Infact, you might say that we enjoy getting spanked.
Well, back to our story with the concert. We were back around midnight, climbed through the window in the kitchen and went directly to our room. Unfortunately, there was someone waiting for us: Our teacher Mr. Bacon. He sat at John's table and was reading a book. He looked up at us when we came in and then had a look at his watch: "Only two hours late? What's wrong with you guys, wasn't there anything interesting in town?" He grinned.
He was famous for his sarcasm, but it was not in a way that it made us angry - we just smiled but didn't answer. His remark was not really a question, he was just being funny. Mr. Bacon fully understood why guys at the age of 15 and 16 don't always want to stay home and he didn't want to make it too hard for us. He didn't ask any questions (it was no secret that we liked heavy metal and he knew very well where we had been) - he hardly ever asks questions and just gives us the spankings we've bought with our behaviour and because he has to spank us.
He especially likes to spank Jamie and I - not that he spanks us more often and earlier than the others, it's only that the spankings he gives us are the ones he enjoys most, as he says. I once had a longer talk to him about spanking and he told me that he always hates to spank someone who hates him for that and cries his eyes out. Mr. Bacon says that spankings sometimes are necessary and that he really apreciates it if a kid accepts this kind of punishment. He also explained that it turns him on to spank someone, but nevertheless he does not misuse his permission to spank the pupils and only does that if he is asked to do so or if the one getting spanked deserves it and he has to punish him.
Well, here was another opportunity for him to deliver spankings. We knew very well how it goes and there was no need for a long lecture. There was a room at the end of the floor with a big chair for the spanker to sit on, a large table for the one getting spanked to bend over, and some spanking implements. It allows the teachers to choose their favourite method of spanking us. The four of us went to the room with Mr. Bacon without any discussions.
He closed the door behind us. "I hope you are not tired yet because you will be spending some time here. I'll spank you together because it would be unfair if someone would go to bed after being spanked first and the last one has to wait an hour."
An hour? That really sounded serious. But as this hadn't been the first time he caught us getting home late, it was just and there was no reason for any of us to complain.
The table was long enough for the four of us to stand next to each other with some space in between. We were told to pull down our pants and underwear and to bend over. There we were, standing next to each other, with our pants and underwear around our ankles and presenting our naked bottoms to Mr. Bacon, waiting for a good paddling.
I was standing between Dennis and John, Jamie was standing at the right. Mr. Bacon started with five slaps for Dennis. Then it was my turn:
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
The next five were for John, and the next for Jamie.
He continued like that until each of us had received 25 slaps with the paddle. Nobody was crying yet, but all of us had our butts definitely warmed by now.
Then he stopped and sat down on the chair: "You guys remain standing there, and one after the other will get across my lap for a sound hand-spanking. Jamie, you're first!"
Jamie got up and started to pull up his pants. - "Stop that. You get spanked on the bare and you don't have to pull up your pants in between", Mr. Bacon said.
I understood quickly. He wanted to see each of us walking with our pants around our ankles. Must be a funny sight, but the others of us didn't have a chance to see that because we had to continue bending over that table.
Mr. Bacon started to spank Jamie with his flat hand on the bare. It was a funny feeling to be there bending over and hearing the spanking Jamie was receiving without seeing anything. It really turned me on. I looked to the left to Dennis - he grinned at me and I grinned back.
I didn't count but it must've been around 50 beats he gave Jamie. The last beats made him moan a bit, but he didn't cry. As I told you, he was a spankophile and liked to have his butt warmed.
I was the next one to get across his lap. I jumped there with my pants around my ankles and placed myself across Mr. Bacon's lap.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
I think he chose the order of spanking us that way because he knows that the last one getting spanked doesn't get it as hard as the first one. He had to start somewhere and as he is quite fair, he started with the ones that like spankings and knowing that John doesn't like it to get spanked, he would be the last one.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Yes, I definitely like spankings. The fire in my butt, the sound of the slaps on my flesh and the feeling of lying across somebody's lap.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
I knew what I had done to deserve the spanking. Well-deserved spankings are really a pleasure. I don't want to always behave like a saint, but it's good to get a punishment for misbehaviour immediately so the matter is closed quickly and I don't need to have a bad conscience.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
This is more like a game. I like to buy the possibility to break rules for the price of a spanking.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
After the 50th beat my time over Mr. Bacons's lap was over. He told me to get up and to go back to my position bending over the table.
As I had assumed, the next one to get spanked was Dennis. I was lying there and listening to his spanking. I felt every beat of my heart in my sore butt and I was enjoying that. I imagined that the slaps I was hearing were for me and it turned me on.
The next one was John. His luck was that Mr. Bacon by now was already tired because he had altogether delivered 100 slaps with the paddle and 150 slaps by hand so far.
I had a free view on Jamie now because the place between us was empty. We smiled at each other and told each other with our looks that the concert we had visited was worth the punishment.
John did his best not to cry, but when he was bending over next to me again I could tell by the look in his eyes that he didn't enjoy it as much as Jamie and I had done.
- "O. K., guys. You'll now get another 25 beats each one with the paddle on your red butts, and then it's over." John looked like he was about to panic. This was too much for him. I lifted my head a bit so I could look at Jamie and Jamie looked at me. We both knew we had to do something to help John out of this. I mean, why should he get more slaps than he wanted and Jamie and I should get less?
Jamie started to trade with Mr. Bacon: "Sir, I've got a question."
- "Yes, Jamie?"
- "I.... I mean... I would like to say that.... well, staying out late tonight was Randy's and my idea. I mean....."
I continued the sentence for him: "Well, it wouldn't be fair if John got as many spanks as Jamie and I. Would it be.... er .... possible to chage the dosis for the four of us so that we still get 100 beats alltogether, but a different amount each one?"
I turned my head and looked at Mr. Bacon. He smiled at me. We knew he was fair and no sadistic bastard. There are very few people with the permission to spank kids you could start a discussion with, but this one definitely was someone you could try to make such a kind of deal with.
- "Well, I've got an offer for you: 40 beats for you and Jamie, 25 for Dennis and 5 for John."
- "Um, that's 110 alltogether." I said. Not complaining, just stating.
- "Yeah, I mean, that's a deal, isn't it?" Mr. Bacon said with a grin. "If I only change the amount among you but not altogether, where's my advantage of the deal?"
Neither of us answered. Well, the victims of this offer were only Jamie and I, and as we are spankophiles, that was fine with us.
As we didn't complain, he knew that we accepted it and so he started with the last part of our spanking. He went along the table where we were bending over, giving Jamie and me five spankings each round, leaving Dennis out now and then and John most of the time.
When the spanking was over, I think everyone had exactly gotten what he deserved. Although it had been the idea of the four of us, John is punished as much as Jamie and I even if he gets less beats because he doesn't like it.
Our butts were on fire and very sore. Mr. Bacon had made sure that we all had to sleep on our stomachs that night.
Back in our room, John thanked Jamie and me for helping him out of the second paddling, Dennis went to bed immediately, and Jamie and I kept talking about the spanking we had just received. Both of us had the feeling that because Mr. Bacon had always stood at our left side when giving us the paddling, our left cheeks had been set more on fire than the right ones.
- "I don't like the difference in the amount of pain of my cheeks." I laughed.
- "One word by you and I'll do something about that!" Jamie grinned.
- "Here you have that word, but only if you also let me solve your problem!" I said.
- "OK, get across my lap!"
I did so, took off my jeans and briefs before and Jamie gave me 20 beats on my naked and already very sore butt, with emphasis on the right cheek. "Do they now feel equally sore?" he asked.
- "Yes, that's the way I want it. Now it's your turn."
I sat down on my burning backside, Jamie also took off everything that covered his butt and I did the same to him he had done to me before. He was also pleased by the result, we both laughed and then also got ready for bed.
- "Guys, you're absolutely crazy", John said with laughter.
- "Yeah!" we said in unison and laughed again.
- "Did I already tell you that I love your craziness because it rescued my butt?"
The two spankophiles of us smiled, we hugged and then went to bed.