The lights snapped on, just as Eric was reaching the end of his bed, after helping me by applying some Noxema to my newly beaten butt. Ray's booming voiced yelled out, asking Eric what he had been up to. Like a deer caught in headlights, Eric's eyes seemed to increase in size as he stared back at Ray, who held his trusty strap in his hand. Eric did not say a word, even as Ray walked up to him, took the jar of Noxema from him, and asked him just what the heck he was doing with "this stuff". Eric again said nothing, followed by Ray's command to "get over the bed then". Eric slowly bent down and pulled his nightshirt up as he turned and climbed over the end of his bed. Once again, his little boy butt was exposed for all to see, including his balls and butt hole. Eric just slumped there, as Ray pulled back his arm, and let fly with a tremendous stroke. I was sitting up in my bed, and had a direct line of sight at Eric's butt. I could see the angry mark which now bisected his cheeks. It was rapidly turning red, as Ray reared back for a second stroke. I could hear the high pitched sound of the strap in flight, and gazed in amazment at Eric's butt, as the second stroke landed just below the first. As I had seen before, the strokes looked a lot like a railroad track had been painted in red on his butt. What really amazed me, however, was Eric's lack of emotion. He did not scream, nor as much as tighten his butt cheeks as the strokes hit. As a matter of fact, the only sounds in the room were the whirring noise of the strap in flight, and the loud "CRACK" as it hit.

I think the lack of response was getting to Ray, as he seemed to really lay into the third stroke. It bit into Eric right at the dividing line between butt cheek and thigh (a favorite spot for Ray). Eric finally cried out, and his legs shot out straight behind him. Just as they came down, the fourth stroke hit on the same spot. This time, Eric screamed, and again kicked out his legs. I could see a reddish purple area forming where the two strokes had landed. Shortly, the fifth stroke landed in the same spot, and Eric almost jumped off of the bed. I could see his face clearly now (although it was upside down) through his legs. His mouth was wide open in agony, and his eyes were screwed tightly shut, just as his butt cheeks finally were. Now, Eric's butt cheeks are not very big in the first place, and when they were squeezed together as tightly as they now were, you could hardly even see the crack of his butt. Squeezing did not seem to bother Ray, who raised up on his tip toes, and brought the strap straight down on the now almost horizontal butt of the little boy. The last stroke landed near the first two. As the strap pulled free, I could see the angry marks on his butt. Slowly, he relaxed his muscles, and his legs fell back down. Racking sobs came from his mouth, and I could see his chest rising and falling as he cried.

Ray held the strap up high, and said to us all that he had "better not ever find out that there is any funny business going on in my dorm rooms, cause if there is, I will strap the skin off every boy's butt." With that, he left the room and snapped off the lights. The only sound was Eric's sniffling.

The next morning, I tried to apologize to Eric for not standing up and taking a licking with him, but he just looked at me with sad eyes, and said it didn't matter.

When I arrived home from school, Ray called me into his office. I thought that I had been found out, until I noticed a pile of clothes on his desk. They were my clothes from the apple orchard! He told me he was waiting for an explination, and for once it had better be the truth. I told him the whole story, of walking to the orchard, stealing an apple, meeting the two girls, and being switched by them after which, they stole my clothes and hid them. I explained that that was why I was late for supper on Saturday. (For which, I was strapped, but that was obvious, and not something that needed to be said.)

Ray sat in his chair, and looked at me. He told me that he was disappointed that I had not told him about this before, but that I had, at least told the truth for once. It seems that one of the workers had seen the girls hide my clothes in a woodpile. He never saw me, nor was he aware of what happened, but he was able to point out the girls to the headmaster. Since our clothes all had our names in them, it wasn't hard to figure out whose they were. Ray told me that I was in trouble, for stealing the apple, but that the girls were in real trouble for stealing apples, stealing my clothes, and for beating me. He said that he knew that I had been beaten, last time he strapped me, but since I didn't tell him about it, he would just wait. He said that the truth always comes out.

He then picked up his strap, and pointed to my pants. I dropped my shorts and stepped out of them and my underwear, and pulled myself up over his all to familiar desk top. Ray didn't even say anything, as he laid into my already sore butt. He was generous in whacking me all over, and not in just one spot. If I didn't know differently, I would have sworn that he actually went easy on me! I cried out, but didn't even squirm around.

After the brief strapping, he told me that we were expected at the Headmaster's office in an hour, and that I should put on some clean clothes. I started to really cry, and grabbed my still bare butt. I asked him between sobs if he couldn't just strap me again, that I would be good, and not cry or move around.

The look of surprise on his face gave way to a rarely used smile, as he looked down on this skinny little blonde kid who was naked below the waist, holding onto his butt, and begging for a strapping! I felt his eyes stare at me for several moments, until he finally said that I wasn't going to be punished any more, that the two girls were in for some "cane medicine", and he had asked the Headmaster if he and I could watch!

My tears dried up suddenly, and he actually laughed at my expression.---Revenge!---