Please read Pender County Academy for background information.

The lights came on in my new dorm room, and a very angry Ray yelled for everybody to get up and "get over your bed". I wasn't entirely sure what he wanted, but saw how quickly the other boys were getting up, walking to the ends of their beds, pulling up their nightshirts, and bending quietly over the metal end rail of their beds. This happened in just seconds, and I was the only one still in bed when Ray walked up to me and told me to get out of bed, and get my bare bottom over the end of the bed, unless I really wanted to find out how his strap "tasted". I got up, walked to the end of my bed, and with shaking hands, bend down and grabbed the hem of my nightshirt, and bent over the endrail of my bed. It was cold! I almost jumped back up, but the look on Ray's eyes scared me enough to stay down. I looked to the side, and saw that the entire room was bent over, and bare butts stuck out of nightshirts for as far as the eye could see. I was so scared! I remember that I felt like I had to pee, but knew that this was not the time to ask permission to go to the bathroom.

I bent over further, in an attempt to rest my head, and discovered that I could look right between my legs! There was my little penis and bag, hanging right out in plain view! Then, I realized that I was able to see Eric, the 6 year old whose bed was across from mine. He was bent over double too, and everything private about him was on clear display also. I could see his butthole, bag and penis, but what really caught my attention was the red strap marks on his butt cheeks. Eric had received a note from the school, an had been strapped earlier in the evening, and his butt showed it! I wondered if my butt would look like his?

Just then, I heard a loud "CRACK" followed by a yelp as Ray started working his way down the aisle. He gave the first boy two powerful smacks, then said in a loud voice "This is the second time this month I have had to come in here, so you are all getting two strokes. Next time it will be three!" Turning my head, I could follow the sounds, until at last he was next to me and smacked the boy on my right. I watched as his head bobbed up with each stroke, and saw the anguish on his face as he shook his head from side to side, in an apparent attempt to lessen the pain. He had been silently crying before, but now was crying aloud, and screamed after the second stroke. His hands griped the upright bars of the bed end so tightly that his hands had turned white. Then, as quickly as it had started, it ended, and he slumped down, with his face on the bed facing me, eyes closed, with tears pouring out.

Now it was my turn to be the star of the show. I gripped the bed rails with all of my strength, and tried to squeeze my butt cheeks into a tight little ball. I could see Ray stop behind me, and saw the wicked strap dangle from his hand. Then, it suddenly raised, I heard a whirring noise, and my life changed as I experienced my very first spanking. The strap caught me low down, right at the line where my butt cheeks end and my thighs begin. It wrapped around my right cheek, and felt like a red hot poker had been placed on my butt. I flew up, clawing my way upright, and grabbing my butt. I screamed and hopped from one foot to the other, tears and snot flowed down and off of my face onto my nightshirt which thankfully had fallen back down, covering my embarassment. I heard a hush come over the room.

In a quiet voice, Ray said "well, that was some reaction. Now, I suggest you get your sorry butt back in position. I am sure you read in your book that moving from position during discipline means that we start over again, after we complete the original punishment. That means you have 3 more strokes coming, Mister, and unless you are back in position by the time I count to five, I shall add on more." I tried to catch my breath, to tell him that this was my first spanking, and that I was in terrible pain, and that I knew my butt was bleeding and... then I heard Ray counting! "THREE" "FOUR" "FIVE" Alright Mister, you got another stroke coming. Are you going to go for more? "ONE"

I bent over, pulling my nightshirt up to my neck, as the counting continued. I was back in position by "THREE". Ray seemed to be eyeing his target (my butt!) as he gently swung the strap back and forth. Then, without warning, he struck again, right on the same spot! I screamed and kicked, but held tight to the bed rail. Ray said in a soft voice "see, if you had just done that before, you wouldn't have these extra strokes coming." With that, he reared back, and struck the middle of my butt with a powerful stroke. I am sure the loud "CRACK" followed by my equally loud "AAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!" was heard across campus. I held on for dear life. I realized I was pushing my butt cheeks open to push out the pain, when the fourth stroke landed square on my anus! I can't begin to tell you what that felt like. I remember both legs coming off the floor, and shaking my butt to remove the hundreds of stinging bees who had just taken up residence insde my hole! Oh how I screamed! Ray waited until I had settled down, and placed my last stroke in a diagonal stripe, down my butt. I stayed in place for that one also, and finally saw through my legs that he had moved over to Eric, and was in the process of placing his second stroke on Eric's already red little butt. I saw Eric jump around, but his hands never left the bed. Finally, the last boy was whipped, Ray walked down the aisle, to the door, and in a loud voice, told 19 whimpering boys to get into bed and keep quiet.

I clawed my way upright, and lay face own on my bed. I pulled my nightshirt up, and gently felt the welts on my butt. I could trace marks with my hands. Finally, I pulled my knees up a bit, and felt over my hole. I had never felt it like that before, but it seemed to be pouting out. I settled down on my stomach, and fell into a fitfull sleep.

Dawn, and the noise of boys moving about caused me to wake up. I realized that most of the boys were in the process of making their beds. Several had stripped off their nightshirts and were walkin toward the showers. I immediately saw red streaks on their butts as they walked away. I then realized that I was laying there on my stomach, with my nightshirt pulled up, my butt on display for all to see. Quickly, I got up, an made my bed. I was the last to walk into the shower, and thus was the source of much merriment, as my butt showed vividly the marks from last night. I cold even feel the stripes as he shower water cascaded over my bottom! I dried, and walked back to my bed, naked, as all the rest had done. I dressed and realized just how much my butt hurt as I pulled my briefs on. I had to run for breakfast, and to the schoolbus. The driver said to hurry, that she "ought to give me a note" for being late. I guess the look of terror on my face, and the difficulty I had in sitting down caused her to have pity on me.

I prayed that this would be my last spanking, but somehow I had the feeling that it just might not be. (to be continued).