"I'm waiting, Mr. Strickland," Purvis said, calmly.
"One, sir," Kit managed to say softly. He sounded as though he was out of breath. Purvis again placed the paddle lightly against Kit's trousers. Kit flinched. The second smack followed after a second or so.
Again Kit closed his eyes tightly. I could tell he was making a valiant effort not to say anything, not to call out.
"Two, sir," he said almost in a whisper. The third, fourth and fifth smacks were not as hard judging by the sound of the paddle but they were delivered with only a few seconds pause in between -- barely enough time for Kit to deliver the count but I could tell from Kit's expression that the pain of the smacks was cumulative. "Three, sir.....four, sir.....five sir. He was now in some degree of pain, wiggling his butt, lifting his legs one at a time from the floor and clenching and unclenching his fists.
"Moving about helps alleviate the sting a bit, I know, Mr. Strickland, but let's keep it to a minimun."
The sixth smack was hard and it appeared to land lower on Kit's butt. He called out for the first time.
"Owwwwwwllll!" He raised his head from the sofa. "Six.....sir." His face was now a bright red.
"Keep you butt still, Mr. Strickland," Purvis said.
The seventh and eight swats were spaced closely together again, one on Kit's left cheek, one on his right. "Owwwllll!...seven, sir......Ohhh owwllll...eight, sir, eight, sir, eight, sir." Kit was really squirming now. He started to stand after the eight swat but caught himself in time.
The ninth swat was again low on Kit's butt and he kicked the floor hard with his right foot. "Nine sir!!" He yelled this one.
"Butt still," Purvis warned and then landed the tenth blow -- a hard one to both cheeks.
"Owwwwllllll!..Ten, sir!! Ten, sir!!"
"Stand up, Mr. Strickland," Purvis said. I looked at my roommate. He appeared relieved that the first ten were now history. He reached back to rub his butt. "No, no, Mr. Strickland," Purvis said, "hands off your butt. You haven't earned that right yet. Just stand there for a second, hands at you side."
Purvis walked to the table. He put the house paddle down and picked up his narrower one. "Trousers down, Mr. Strickland," he said. Standing almost directly behind Kit, I saw Kit reached up to unbuckle his belt. "Were you paddled in school or at home, Mr. Strickland," Purvis asked as I head Kit unzipping his fly.
"Some at school, sir," Kit said as he let his trousers fall to his ankles. His shirt tail didn't quite cover his underpants.
"But not as hard as this, I take it," Purvis said.
"No, sir," Kit said as he now stood, legs bare. All vestages of snidness and _c_o_c_k_y attitude had disappeared from Kit's voice now. He had had a rude awakening as to how painful and how embarrassing a paddling could, in fact, be.
"I thought so." Purvis said as he approached Kit from behind. " Please lower your underpants."
"Sir?" Kit said.
"Don't stall, Mr. Strickland. You heard me. Lower your underpants. You well knew when you came in here tonight that I'd probably paddle you on your bare butt. That time has come and your underpants are in the way. Therefore, please lower them. Or do you want me to do it for you?"
"No, sir," Kit said and reached up under his uniform shirt. He slowly pulled his briefs down to his knees and let them fall on top of his trousers.
"Now for these I'll ask you to take a step back, bend over and grab your ankles." Kit scooted his hobbled feet backwards a couple of steps then bent down grabbing his ankles. Purvis reached out and pulled his shirt and undershirt up exposing Kit's butt. His buttocks were well formed -- even plump -- with a deep furrow running between them. Purvis shoved his shirts up his back all the way to his shoulders. Kit's buttocks were a bright red showing where the paddle had landed. As I looked down at his underpants bunched around his feet, I couldn't help remembering what he had jokingly said to me a few minutes ago before we left the room. Something about having clean underwear on. I couldn't help smiling slightly as I check the seat of his underwear.
"Now," Purvis was saying, "spread your legs apart." Kit widened his stance a bit. "No, no, Mr. Strickland, wide apart. Come on, this is no time for modesty." Kit moved his legs even further. I could now look at his face through his spread legs. "Further, Mr. Strickland." Once again Kit placed his feet further apart. The elastic on his underpants was stretched wide by his spread legs.
Looking up, I saw that Kit's buttocks had been separated enough to expose his anus and just below it hung his balls. In the six weeks I had roomed with Kit, I had seen his ass, penis and balls as he dressed after a shower but this was the first time I had seen his small, tight-looking anus. The sight of it fascinated me. Kit looked back through his legs and probably saw me staring at his fully exposed ass. I think I blushed. I was embarrassed that he had caught me enjoying his humiliation.
"Yes, Mr. Strickland, I know," Purvis was now saying. "This is a humiliating position. But a paddling is often both physically and mentally uncomfortable. Do you know, for example, what parts of you anatomy Mr. Andresen and I can see right now?"
"Yes, sir," Kit said.
"And what parts would those be, Mr. Strickland?" Purvis apparently wanted to humiliate Kit even further.
"My asshole and balls, sir," Kit said. I could tell he was deeply embarrassed at uttering these words. He sounded close to tears. Gone was the "_c_o_c_k_y" attitude of a half-hour ago. I must admit that I secrtely enjoyed his change in attitude. He had it coming, I thought as I recalled how he had said that a paddling was "no big thing".
"Well, I think I would have used the words 'anus' and 'testicles' but I understand the more vulgar terms as well. Don't be too concerned. We'll be finished soon and then it will be Mr. Andresen's turn."
I had been so engrossed at watching Kit get his first ten smacks and his reaction to them and at the sight of his butt and tight-looking asshole that I had forgotten that I would soon be where Kit now stood showing off my asshole and balls too. The thought was not pleasant.