I grew up in a small town which had an especially small school, less than 100 students in the High School. Because of the size, the teachers seemed to have more authority over the students given to them by the parents of this very conservative community.
My best friend, Carl, and I did our very best to upset the apple cart as we went through school. We were known as hellions from the time we started 5th grade and we were constantly called to the office during school hours to answer for misdeeds. All of the teachers punished us somehow, at least once. The principal punished us often.
These punishments would range from detention, where we would make it miserable for everyone; to writing themes, which we bullied other kids into writing for us, that is at first. The principal quickly found that corporal punishment was going to have to be implemented. "Hacks" was the term used then and were given to us in front of a witness, usually by the principal. We were called into the office, told of our punishment-to-be, and then one at a time, made to grab our ankles. He used a wooden, fraternity-type, paddle and usually took a pretty good swing. At first, we just got one and it stung pretty good. Soon, not knowing what else to do to control our behavior, the number was increased to 3 then 6 and finally 10.
As they were usually given after school, several students would wait for us outside the office to hear the smacks and see us exit with unexpected smiles. (After 10, the smile would be hiding watery eyes cause it hurt BAD) We would usually make our way to the bathroom to check out the ol' bu-tox. A small crowd of hopeful onlookers would follow us in. We eventually started charging the other boys to look at our behinds--50 cents for a private showing, depending on the severity of the paddling, maybe a buck, if we stood with our underpants below our knees and put our hands against the wall. A couple of the boys would even feel our baked buns, commenting on the heat. Another buck. One real curious kid, after a good feel of both our butts, actually hauled off and smacked my welted bare bottom as hard as he could with the flat of his hand.
That hurt, and he didn't pay enough money to do that! He realized
he had made a serious mistake and began backing away apologizing. Carl
grabbed him and brought him back to me, his pants still around his
ankles. I pulled mine up and the other kids beat it. Carl asked me
what I wanted to do with the kid who was shaking with fear. I glared
at him and told him, "You have 2 choices. Either we beat the _s_h_i_t_
out of you here or you come with us to the fort. And since you're so
curious what it feels like, we'll show you. The kid said
he'd go to the fort, which was down by the lake in the woods, away
from everyone. He kept saying he was sorry and would pay more money,
but I insisted he come take what he had coming. Carl and I were really
considered cool to take the continual hacks and shrug off the pain.
This made people really curious, like this kid, who we decided was
about to be given his paddling debut. When we reached the fort,
the kid was really sweating what we were going to do to him. I again
gave him the option of being beat-up, promising at least one black
eye. He opted not to do that. "Okay, get into that fort!"
Carl and I followed him in, grinning to each other. Carl knew what I
had in mind, but was silent. The kid knew he was trapped, all for a
foolish mistake. No one could hear him yell and we could see anyone
who approached. "Have you ever been spanked before, Kyle?" I
asked him. "No, my parents don't believe in it," he said
nervously. "Too bad. This wouldn't hurt as much if you're butt
had some toughness beat into it. So, Kyle, do you want to be
spanked or whipped?" I asked, grinning at Carl. "What's the
difference?" he asked. "The whipping will hurt more," I said
while I removed my belt looking at his wide eyes. "The spanking
is more embarrassing, usually for younger boys, but then you're butt
ain't never been beat." I said. "How many times are you going to
do it?" He asked. "Oh, I think at least 10 is in order, don't you
Carl?" I grinned, and Carl nodded. "That's what we got today until I
got your added EXTRA one!" I pretended to be angry. "So, what's it
gonna be, Kyle!?" He squirmed as I stared hard at him then he
sheepishly said, "If the whipping hurts more, I guess I'll take the
spanking." "Fine. Strip down to your undies, Kyle!" His gasp
of air keenly indicated his total shock at this unexpected request.
"No Way!" He stammered. "Kyle, you have two minutes to be
standing here in your underpants before we start swinging fists." I
looked at my watch. He started begging for us not to do this, and
acted like he was going to cry. "1 minute, 30 seconds, and if you
start crying before you get hit, we'll double your punishment. As
I looked at my watch, Kyle reluctantly started removing his clothes.
Shoes first, then his pullover shirt. The fort had a few chairs in it,
some hidden beer and cigarettes, which Carl was lighting now as he
watched the scene unfold with more than passive interest. Kyle, was
just finishing removing his jeans and was reaching for the white
socks. "Leave those on, Kyle." I said and he stood up kind of
defiant now, with his hands on his hip. He was now only in his white
snug cotton underpants and white gym socks. "You guys enjoying
this?" he asked in a smart-ass tone. "I was going to let you keep
your shorts on for this, Kyle." I lied. "Now I guess you better take
them off too. Hurry up or we'll rip them off you, you Bad Boy."
After a few hopeless pleas he pulled his underwear off and threw it in
the pile of clothes. Kyle was 13, same as us. He was a blonde-haired
kid just under five feet, 115lbs with a slim, swimmer's body. He had
almost entirely no body hair, only some fuzz on his legs and a small
tuft of darker fur above the base of his developing dick. He turned
away from us, trying to keep from flaunting his little balls and
penis, thus exposing his perfect little bubble butt. "Now Kyle, I
think you better ask us to spank that naughty butt of yours. Do as we
say and you won't get it as hard. The faster you do it, the faster you
can go home." I continued. "Alright, will you spank me?" he
mumbled. "Louder. Look at me when you talk, young man!"
"Will you spank me?" He said louder. "Do you think you need to be
spanked, Kyle?" I toyed with him to Carl's delight. "Yes." he
said. "Why?" I asked. "Because I've been bad by hitting
you." he said. "You know you shouldn't hit people don't you?"
"Yes" "Do you want me to spank your butt for you real good so
you won't be a bad boy anymore?" "Yes" "Really, really hard?"
I asked. "YES. Can we just do it, PLEASE?" he blurted. He had to
be really nervous with the two of us fully dressed and staring at his
smooth naked body. "Okay, Kyle, if you really want me to spank
you, I guess I can do that for you. Why don't you ask Carl if he would
mind holding you over his lap. You do want to be held down don't you?"
I asked. "No! I mean yes....I don't know." He said, a little
flustered. "Well, if you aren't, and you get up before I'm done,
I'm gonna have to start over, OK?" "Can't we PLEASE get this over
with? Okay, Carl, please hold me down." He stated, beginning to lose
his cool. Carl nodded in agreement and took a seat in the closest
chair, taking his last few puffs on the cig' and blowing it toward
Kyle, giving him an evil grin and waving for the boy to come over to
him. Kyle's naked body moved closer to Carl until he was standing
within a foot. Carl motioned to his shorts lying on the floor. "I
think the boy needs a cap to go with those socks." I picked up
Kyle's undies and called attention to a 'skid' in them. Then, I
handed them to Carl who opened them and slid them over Kyle's head
with the butt side over his face. Then Carl pulled Kyle across his lap
from left to right and adjusted him so that his baby silk cheeks were
centered and the boy was off balance. On the floor, there were
many pieces of thin strips of wood we used in building part of the
fort. I picked up one piece of molding about 2 ½" wide. It was
pretty stout wood and about 20" long and I admired what a great paddle
it was going to make. Kyle heard me pick up something and asked what I
was doing. "I'm going to do what you asked me do. I'm going to
paddle your fanny." "With what??" he asked desperately.
"With this nice smooth piece of wood. I was going to do it with my
hand, but you left _s_h_i_t_ in your shorts, and I sure as hell don't
want _s_h_i_t_ on my hand. Besides, if I did it with my hand, I'd
have to hit you 60-70 times to get the same result as this paddle will
get in 10-12." I brought another chair over and sat in it right
in front of Carl. "Oh, you do have a nice little butt, Kyle." I
said as I playfully slapped it with my hand. I sat down and rested the
paddle on Kyle's cute bare bottom, rubbing it back and forth so he
could feel the smoothness of the stick. "You are not to say a word,
Kyle, during the spanking unless I ask you a question, then only YES
SIR or NO SIR, understood?" "Yes sir" he said. "After I give
each swat, you will give me the count. You may cry and scream all you
want and no one can hear you, it will only add to the number of
swats. I expect you to take them like a man, like Carl and I did
today." I said. "Is all that understood, mister?" "Yes sir"
"Do you want me to start your spanking now?" I continued rubbing the
paddle on his butt. "Oh _s_h_i_t_....yes...sir." He gulped.
Carl tightened his grip on the boy as I lifted the stick shoulder high
and brought it down pretty hard in the middle of his supple white
bottom. The stick made a resounding SMACK, which brought a loud
"OOWW". I waited. "Well, I guess you didn't consider that one a
counter, Kyle. I guess I'll do 'em harder." SMACK! I hit him with
more force. "OOUUCH! TWO." He said quickly squirming in Carl's
lap. "No, that would be one, Kyle. You chose not to count the
first one." He started to object but in mid-sentence I raised the
paddle way above my head and brought it down almost as hard as I
could, instantly putting a dark red mark across his white fanny. He
reared up in pain straining to get away from Carl. "ALRIGHT! YES
SIR. OOOWW! THATS TWO" he said still suffering from the pain of the
especially hard swat. He was sweating and still squirming while Carl
sat back and held him down. I let him calm down for a minute or
so then suddenly SMACK! Another good bare butt swat. "OOOCCH!!
Three....OOOWWW..PLEASE!" He squirmed to get up to no
avail. His little bottom was turning dark red. SMACK! This time
he let out a yelp, held his breath and tried with all might to get
free. He managed to get partially off Carl's lap and to get a hand
over his butt. Carl roughly put him in position again and leaned
forward over Kyle's back to hold him in place. "FOUR. Please no
more. PLEASE!" He begged. SMACK! Another good one "OOOHHH!
OOOWWW!! FIVE...PLEASE, PLEASE..SIR" he said as he flailed his legs
wildly. "Are you learning to be good boy, Kyle?" "Yes sir!"
he blurted immediately. "IM SO SORRY, SIR! Please! NO More." he
begged. I rubbed his beat red butt and continued to ask him
questions. Finally I asked, "Kyle, don't you want the rest of your
spanking?" "NO! PLEASE NO!" he said almost sobbing. "Carl,
do you think Kyle has had enough, or do you think he needs a little
more to make sure he is a good boy?" Kyle held his breath while
Carl thought, then Carl said, "I don't think he has had enough yet to
make up for what he did to you." I had almost forgotten. "Kyle,
I'm afraid that you have to get the rest of your spanking. Now get
that little bottom up here." Carl held him tight again. SMACK!!
He sucked in his breath hard. "SIX!...OOOUUCH! SMACK! "
OOOWWW! OOOOHHHH! PLEASE SIR..SEVEN!" His butt was starting to welt
now, angry splotches appearing where the paddle had just hit. Kyle
began to choke back tears, his words turning to sobs. SMACK!!! An
especially hard swat, low on the buttocks. He yelped loudly and his
whole body started a rhythmic little shake. He was crying.
"EIGHT" he sobbed thru tears. "I'm sorry, sir. Really I am. PLEASE" He
had his legs up so far that I couldn't get a clear shot to his bottom.
"Put your legs down, Kyle, or your going to get more." I ordered.
He did not comply. I grabbed his legs and pushed them down. Carl
roughly put one of his own legs over Kyle's, still leaning
forward. Kyle was now totally secured in position. I lectured him and
told him that since he didn't put his legs down, he was getting two
extras, the remaining to be given hard and fast. "NO! PLEASE! I
won't put them up. Not any harder! PLEASE!" After he had settled down
a little, I stood up and laid into the boy's bare butt with the stick
as hard as I could. Kyle
cried out loud and hard as Carl let him hold his butt with both hands.
The spanking was over but Kyle stayed on Carl's lap. "IM SORRY I
DID THAT SIR" he sobbed and moved his body back and forth. "Thank you
for my spanking. I needed it." He said. Carl and I looked at each
other wondering why he wasn't getting up and running out of there. As
Carl lifted him to his feet, we found out why. Kyle had a HARD ON! He
couldn't turn any redder but did as we noticed it. We laughed.
"Hey! I think Kyle enjoyed that!" Carl said. "Yeah, maybe he
needs some more." I said, as Kyle removed the underpants off his head.
"No way, Guys. Come on!" "Well, Kyle, I've had my revenge,
but you also embarrassed Carl. Maybe he wants some." I said, looking
at the grin on Carl's face. "Yep, I do." Carl said. "You know,
what this boy ain't felt yet is what a well-paddled butt feels like
gettin' smacked again. Like he did to you." Kyle backed away
saying there was no way. Kyle's little hard on bobbed up and
down. Carl reached his arm and brought him back to the center of the
room and told him to put his hands on the wall like I had done in the
bathroom. Kyle started to cry as the bigger Carl made him get into
position. "Now for a little of your own medicine." Carl rubbed
Kyle's butt softly, feeling the warmth. Kyle was wriggling his butt to
the feel asking with a little less reverence not to do this. Carl had
big hands and without warning smacked Kyle's scorched little ass as
hard as he could. Kyle bolted toward the wall. "OOOWWW!" Then,
unbelievably stuck his butt out again. Carl had not indicated that he
was giving more than one. SWAT! He let him have it again, and
again after a little jumping around, Kyle stuck his bare butt out for
another. SWAT! Carl was doing these hard with his hand. Again, a
recoil, a loud OW, then out came his ass. "I think he does like
these!" Carl said as Kyle stood with his butt out and hands against
the wall, his hard teenage dick, protruding. "Well, if he likes
'em, you better give some more." I said. Carl positioned himself
between the wall and Kyle and threw one arm around his back so that he
was holding Kyle against him in a bent over fashion and pressing him
against his upper thigh. In this way he couldn't recoil. Carl began a
series of hard, bare-hand, bare-butt slaps that really had Kyle
leaping. Every time he leaped, he lunged against Carl's leg. Pretty
soon, Kyle was yelping to every hit. I had never seen a redder
butt. Carl kept smacking, his hand had to be getting sore. Every smack
caused a lunge and a yelp. Eventually, the spanking finally caused
Kyle to throw his head back and plead to stop, breathing hard.
Carl let him go and as he backed away he said he was sorry. We looked
at each other. Then we saw it. The little _f_u_c_k_er had cum all over
Carl's pants! "_s_h_i_t_! You _f_u_c_k_er." Carl chased him, his
fist clenched. "Carl, don't!" I urged, as Kyle retreated to a
safe corner, red with embarrassment and teary eyed. "Kyle, you
understand you will have to be punished again for what you just did to
Carl's pants don't you?" I asked. He nodded his head in shame.
"Then we'll see you back here at the fort next Friday after
school. That'll give your butt a week to heal before Carl really
blisters it good for you. Agreed?" Carl smiled and said, "You don't
show up and I'll pass the word around about you to the boys in
school." Kyle nodded okay. Carl wiped some of the boy cum off his
pants and rubbed it in Kyle's face. "We might end up teaching this boy
a little about _s_e_x_, too" Carl grinned at me as we watched him bend
over to pick up his shorts. .....to be continued
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