Please refer to the other Pender County Academy stories for background.

Sunday afternoon was a "free" day for us, and we were able to go just about anywhere on the Academy grounds, as long as we made it back to the room one hour before supper. I had often wanted to go exploring, and this seemed like a good time to do that. It was a kind of warm day, so I wore a pair of shorts, my shirt, and black gym shoes as I took off for the woods to the South of our building. I was whistling, and enjoying myself, as I walked along a wooded trail. I enjoyed seeing the birds, and occasional squirrel. The Academy grounds were maintained by a crew of three to four men, under the leadership of a maintenance forman. (Who I later learned was named Mr. Marks). He was in charge of the physical buildings, and also the grounds. I was never certain why they placed so much emphasis on the beauty of the buildings, and the appearance of us students, but that was the way it was.

As I walked along, I found a trail that headed off to the West, and followed it. It ended by a split rail fence. Just past the fence, was a lovely orchard, with several trees which were just swelling with apples. Now I knew how it was that we ate so much apple sauce! I climbed through the fence, and climbed up a low branch of a nearby tree, to climb up and pick a couple of apples. I wasn't exactly certain if I was allowed to do so, but kind of suspected that I wasn't. (I still had not finished the book on rules yet.) Anyway, I had just bitten into an especially juicy red apple when I heard a voice say "You are going to get in trouble!" I looked down, and there were two Pender girls standing at the foot of the tree. They were a little bit older than me, probably 10 or 11. They were laughing, and asked if I didn't know that it was against the rules to pick apples in Mr. Mark's orchard. I told them that I was just trying one out! I scurried down the tree, and met the two girls, Melinda and Marcy. They said that they liked to sneak over to the orchard, but that you had to really look out for old Mr. Marks. Melinda said that she had seen him taking off for somewhere in his old truck, so she got Marcy, and here they were. They told me that there were better apples about two rows over. We walked to a golden delicious tree, and the two started to climb, as I quickly finished my apple. I started up the tree, and discovered two things. First, when I looked up, I could see the girls panty clad butts, and second, they didn't seem to care! I gulped a bit, tried not to stare, but I could see that Marcy's left butt cheek was half way out of her panty, and Melinda showed evidence of some strap marks on her bottom, just outside the leg holes. I was going to say something, but as we all seemed to be equal in punishments, just kept my mouth shut. I picked a golden delicious, and had to admit it was wonderful. Both girls now had picked several, and were tossing them to the ground. I climbed down, as they were on their way down. They bent over, picked up the apples, and pulled up the fronts of their skirts as they piled their stolen apples in, to carry them back. Again, I stared at their panties, and this time they commented on just how rude I was, to stare so. I told them it was not very lady-like to show your panties. Marcy said I was sure brave, for such a little boy, to speak to them like that. With her comments, they both dropped their apples, as if on signal, and they both grabbed my arms. Marcy said that she wondered what MY panties looked like, and with a giggle, she undid my shorts, and quickly pulled them down. I struggled to get away from them, but they were both stronger than me. Marcy pulled my right arm up high behind my back, and pushed me towards the fence. As we got there, Melinda jumped through the fence, and pulled me roughly forward and down, until I was laying over the bottom rail. I yelled, but it did no good. Marcy said that it was time I learned some manners, and turned and walked back toward the trees, as Melinda held me in an iron grip. March came back holding a long switch. I knew that I was in trouble, but really was not strong enough to do anything about it.

March knelt behind me, and pulled my underpants right down my legs, then pulled them and my shorts off, over my shoes. She rubben her hand up and down my butt cheeks, and even held onto my bag for a second. Then, she stood up, picked up the switch, and went to work on my butt! At first, I squirmed and tried to get away, but the pain of her switch soon started to wear on me. I could really feel it! I yelled at them to stop, then pleaded and finally begged, but they were having too much fun!

The heat in my butt was becoming intense. An occasional "stray" shot flew between my legs, racking my bag, and even my little hole. I started to kick my legs, but that just seemed to egg her on. Over and over, the switch hit. Finally, I was just slumped over the fence, my butt on fire, as Melinda took over and re-lit my pain receptors. I cried, begged, and sobbed. After what seemed like an eternity, they stopped. I just laid there, fearful of getting up and irking them again. Finally, I turned my tear stained face, but they were not there! I don't know how they got away so quickly, nor so silently. I stood up, a mostly naked little boy, with a red butt. I looked around for my shorts and underpants, but they were gone! I panicked, but then got ahold of myself (something little boys are physically able to do), and calmly started to look for my clothes. I called out to the girls, but nobody answered. I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there and cried.

I made my way back to the building, but knew I couldn't just walk into the dorm room naked below my waist, nor could I walk up to the dining hall. I found a hiding spot, and tried to figure out what to do. I just laid there in the sun, and finally just fell asleep. The ringing of the dining bell woke me up with a start! Soon, the doors of the dorm rooms opened, and kids flew out. I watched, and saw Ray leave my dorm. When everyone was gone, I snuck back to my room, and grabbed a clean pair of undies and shorts. I hoped to be able to make it into the cafeteria without being discovered, but Ray was waiting for me. He told me to sit down, and eat, and that he would "discuss" things with me when we got back!

Boy, was that a sorrowful meal. All the boys wanted to know where I had been. What could I tell them? "Oh, I was just stealing apples when a couple of girls caught me and whipped my butt and stole my pants and underpants and ran off." Yeah, sure. Dinner ended, as it had to, and I walked the slow walk back. Ray was waiting for me, strap in hand, and I just walked into his office and took off my pants and undies, and climbed up over his desk. He rubbed his fingers over some of the welts on my butt, but didn't say anything. The next thing I felt was not his inquisitive fingers, but the two fingers of his strap, as they visited my butt! He laid 9 stripes, one just above the other, starting at the lowest part of my butt. I started to cry by the 3rd stroke, and was bawling like a newborn by the last! That strap, on top of the girl's welts, was just too much!

Ray told me to go get ready for bed, and I did so. Later, as I was laying there on my bed, I felt somebody pull my nightshirt up, and felt a cooling lotion on my butt. I looked up, and saw Eric's smiling face. He held his finger to his lips, and showed me an almost empty jar of Noxima lotion cream, which he proceeded to rub into my butt. Then, like a fog, I fell asleep.