PART FOUR
As Kit held his embarrassing position, still looking straight back at me through his legs, Purvis picked up Kit's handkerchief from the table, folded it across the middle and walked to Kit. He held the handkerchief out toward him.
"Take your handkerchief, Mr. Strickland, and place it in your mouth," he said.
"Sir??," Kit said, looking up at Purvis as best he could.
"Put this in your mouth," Purvis repeated. "Biting down on it may help." Kit awkwardly reached up with one hand and placed the handkerchief in his mouth then returned hid hand to his ankle. "It may also serve to stifle your yells," Purvis added. He could have just as easily said 'These are going to really hurt, kid.'
With Kit in position, ass well presented, Purvis held the narrow paddle up, looking at it. He then looked at me, not Kit. "As I said before, Mr. Andresen, this paddle can reach the more sensitive parts of the buttocks and the inside of the upper legs as well, of course, as the buttocks proper and the the back of the upper legs." At first I couldn't undestand why he was speaking to me, as though he were giving me lessons in how to paddle effectively. Then I realized that although he was speaking to me, the words were meant for Kit's ears as he remained bent over waiting with, I'm sure, increasing apprehension. Purvis was, in short, teasing Kit.
Purvis took a wider stance and brought the paddle back in a level arc, then forward quickly. The sound of wood on skin was loud and distinctive. A loud, crisp "crack". Kit reacted by closing his eyes tightly and yelling into the hankerchief.
"Owwwllll!" The handkerchief did little to muffle the sound.
"Well...???," Purvis said. "I'm waiting, Mr. Strickland. Was that number one or do I need to deliver it again?"
"Un, er!," Kit said, pronouncing the words as best he could with the handkerchief stuffed in his mouth.
"You count for your classmate, Mr. Andresen," Purvis said without taking his eyes off his target. "I don't want him to accidentally drop his hanferchief. I'm sure Mr. Strickland will return the favor in a few minutes." Another reminder that my turn was pending. With that he delivered another hard swat acrosss both buttocks. Kit yelled again and even started to stand but caught himself.
"Two, sir," I said, looking at the bright red swath on Kit's butt.
"Now, Mr. Strickland," Purvis said, "I'll ask that you reach up and pull your testicles upward and protect them with you hand -- out of harm's way, so to speak. I intend that the next few cause you pain but certainly not agony." Kit was only too willing to do as Purvis suggested. In Kit's present position, the narrow paddle could easily, if accidentally, hit Kit's vulnerable scrotum. Kit soon had his balls cupped in his right hand, pulled upward, away from where the paddle might land. How absolutely humiliating, I thought. But, then, that was Purvis' intention.
Purvis took careful aim, gently tapping the inside of Kit's inside thigh. Then the smack. Kit yelled loudly into the handkerchief and nearly lost his balance as he squirmed with the sting. The spot where the paddle had landed was well marked.
"Three, sir," I said immediately. Kit was still squirming from the previous smack, shifting his weight uncontrollably from foot to foot. I realized that, at that moment, I was enjoying watching Kit as he reacted to the pain. Perhaps 'enjoying' is not the right word. But I could certainly have looked away and still been able to deliver the count. But I didn't look away. Quite the opposite. I stared at Kit's face and the absolute embarrassment it showed. I stared at his anus and watched his contortions and heard his yells with an almost perverse pleasure. The Germans have a term for it, "die Schadenfreude", a perverse pleasure at the pain and suffering of others. That's what I was feeling. And the fact that Kit had so smugly discounted this paddling over the preceding two days only increased my pleasure. There was also the knowledge that Kit knew I was watching him. The fact that he would soon be watching me didn't at the moment cross my mind. This entire scene was, frankly, erotic and my _c_o_c_k_ was reacting accordingly.
Purvis now switched the paddle to his other hand and moved to the other side. While Kit still protected his balls with his hand, the next smack landed hard on the inside of his other leg. He yelled again but managed to keep fairly still.
"Four, sir," I said. I was definately begining to get hard. My _c_o_c_k_ was swelling nicely and trying to escape the confines of my underpants. My brother had told me that this happened frequently and that upperclassmen looked for it when they paddled Sophomores. Word was that a Sophomore who got a hard-on while watching a classmate getting paddled was a "homo". My brother also told me that this piece of dormitory folklore was nonsense and was meant to intimidte Sophomores. He told me that getting excited while viewing a paddling was not all that unusual. True or not, I was getting excited at watchiung Kit's ordeal. I tried to put it out of my mind.
"Only six more, Mr. Strickland," Purvis said. "Can you make it?"
"ess, errr!!" Kit yelled bravely. He wasn't about to add to his humiliation by giving in now. I couldn't help but wonder if he could, in fact, take another six as hard as the first four had obviously been. His entire butt and the inside of his upper legs were a bright red. I wondered if I could take ten on *my* bare butt!
Purvis switched the paddle back to his other hand and returned to his former position. He now placed the end of the paddle carefully near Kit's anus, signalling the location of the next smack. Kit again closed his eyes tightly as though not seeing the smack coming might help. And sure enough, the next whack landed immediately next to Kit's exposed anus. I couldn't be sure but I think the force of this blow was not as hard as the previous four. Never-the-less, Kit yelled out and even reached back with his hand to rub the area. I'm certain Purvis saw this but he let it go.
"Five, sir," I said, feeling my erection growing harder by the second.
"Right," Purvis said and immediately delived a series of five hard blows to Kit's buttocks, some higher up, some down near his legs. These were delivered with only a couple of seconds between them and by the third, the cumulative pain had Kit yelling constantly and loudly and wiggling his butt, even stomping his feet into the thick carpet.
I suddenly remembered to count but had to ctach up. "Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, sir!," I said quickly.
"Good," Purvis said. "Well done, Mr. Strickland. Now just let go of your precious testicles. Hold your position. Don't worry, there're no more. You've received your full twenty. Just keep your position for a moment." He put the narrow paddle on the table while Kit remained bent over, holding his ankles. As he looked back at me now, I could see that he was silently crying. I was embarrassed for him and for the first time since he had pulled his pants and trousers down, I looked away. Purvis pulled several tissues from the box and walked over to Kit.
"Stand up, Strickland," he said. Kit immediately stood but kept his feet planted wide apart. "You have earned the right to rub your butt," Purvis said and despite the embarrassment it must have cost him, Kit reached back and began rubbing his buttocks vigorously. He even obviously rubbed his anus. "Won't be caught smoking in the dorm again will you," Purvis said.
"No, sir!" Kit said as he wiped his forearm across his nose to prevent a glob of snot falling on the floor.
"Here," Purvis said holding out the tissues, "blow your nose...and wipe your face." Kit gladly took the tissues. Purvis held his hand out for the used tissues and tossed them into the wastepaper basket.
"May I get dressed now, sir?" Kit asked, painfully aware that although his shirt tail had fallen over his most of his butt and crotch, he was naked from waist down.
"Yes, Mr. Strickland, you may get dressed. Mr. Andresen is waiting."
I don't even remember Kit getting dressed. My thoughts were on two things only -- my now full erection and the paddling I now faced. The next thing I remember was the voice of Purvis.
"You saw the position I had Mr. Strickland assume, Mr Andresen?"
"Yes, sir," I said.
"Then hand me your handkerchief and wallet and assume it." I reached back and emptied my hip pockets. Purvis put my wallet and handkerchief on the table. He exchanged the narrow paddle for the house paddle. I took the three steps to the back of the sofa and slowly bent over placing my head on the back, turning so that I faced Purvis. I put my hands at the bottom of my back. Kit was just finishing tying his shoes and we exchanged a quick look.
"I thought you said you saw the position I required Mr. Strickland to assume, Mr. Andresen." Purvis said, looking directly at me.
"Sir?" I said.
"Arch your back to raise your butt, Mr. Andresen. Keep it up high. I don't want to tell you again." I forced my back to curve downward, raising my butt. I felt my trousers hug my butt even more tightly. I thankfully also felt my erection deflating quickly. As I awkwardly looked over my shoulder, I saw Kit standing exactly where I had stood a few minutes before. I had to decide quickly whether I wanted to close my eyes or leave them open to see the swats coming. As I was deciding, Purvis quickly drew the paddle back and then forward.
I heard the smack and felt the paddle smashing against my butt. But it wasn't for another second that I felt the tremendous sting. I remember yelling. I had wanted not to yell but I couldn't help it. Yelling somehow seemed to alleviate the sting and so I yelled -- just as Kit had done.
"Owwwllllll!"
"I'm waiting, Mr. Andresen," Purvis said as I felt the sting reaching down my legs and up my back.
"One, sir," I managed to say with effort. Can I take nine more of these, I thought. Maybe. If he pauses long enough between swats. Just then I felt the second smack and a second later the sting. _s_h_i_t_, these are horrible!
"Two, sir," I said.
The remaining eight smacks came at fairly regular intervals of about two seconds. Purvis landed two on my left buttocks, two on my right and one -- the seventh, I think, low on my butt. The pain was mounting and I wondered whether I'd be able to take the last couple -- as though I had a choice!. Thankfully, Purvis took a long pause after the eigth smack. Oh, how I wanted to reach back and rub my butt. I tried not to look back at Kit but I was unsuccessful. Seeing him standing there looking straight at me was embarrassing. I attempted to pick some object out and stare at it -- the wastepaper basket, but my eyes kept returning to Kit's face. It was as though I enjoyed punishing myself. Kit stared straight at me. He was neither smiling or frowning or showing any emotion at all. He just stared at me -- pretty much as I had done with him and I just *knew* that he was enjoying the sight of my punishment.
The ninth blow took me by surprise and again landed low. It stung like mad and although I tried not to, I stood straight up with the pain.
"Back over, Mr. Andresen," Purivis said calmly. "Only one more of these." I resumed my position but forgot to turn onto the side of my face. "Look this way, Mr. Andresen," Purvis said. "We need to see your face." As I turned, the tenth swat landed -- hard across both buttocks. It was perhaps the hardest of the ten and I tried as best I could not to yell. I failed.
"Owwwllll! Please!"
As with Kit, Purvis now had me slowly undress, pulling my trousers and underpants down. I'm not particularly bashful as regards my body but having to reveal myself in front of Purvis and Kit was mentally very painful for me. I bent over grabbing my ankles know full well that Kit was looking at my butt. I felt Purvis tugging my shirt and undershirt up to my shoulders.
"Legs wide apart, Mr. Andresen," Purvis instructed. I moved my feet as far apart as the elastic on my underpants around my feet would allow. With a great deal of humiliation, I felt my buttocks separating. I felt the room air on the back of my balls and -- worse -- on my now exposed anus. When I was in sixth grade I had misbehaved in class somehow and was made to stand in front of the class the remainder of the time until lunch. I was deeply embarrased, as embarrassed as I had even been. It was awful. But it was nothing compared to how I know felt. There was literally no future time for me; there was no "ten minutes from now", no "thirty minutes froim now," no "tomorrow". I was stuck in the present moment, a very embarrassing moment that would not pass.
As I looked back through my legs, I saw Kit staring not at my face this time but at my butt. Apparently he was as fascinated at seeing my balls and anus as I was at seeing his a few minutes earlier. I also took a quick look at Kit's crotch. Sure enough, I saw the distinct outline of a stiff _c_o_c_k_ poking down his leg. He had an erection too, I thought. I didn't know whether to be glad or pissed. I decided pissed. How dare he get his kicks out of seeing my asshole and balls, I thought. My thoughts along this line were interrupted as Purvis held my handkerchief out to me. I knew what to do and placed it between my teeth.
The smacks on my bare buttocks and upper legs followed, delivered just as they had been with Kit. The sting was terrible and I yelled after each blow. The swats to my inner thighs and the one landing near my asshole really stung. Thankfully, I eventually heard Kit count the last swat.
"Ten, sir," he said and I took a deep breath as the sting began to slowly dissipate. Now all I wanted was to be told to stand so that my ass and balls were no longer quite so visible.
"Stand up, Mr. Andresen," Purvis said, reading my mind. "You may rub your butt if you wish." I, of course, reached back and rubbed furiously for a few seconds. I even found myself not ashamed to rubb on and around my anus. Purvis handed me two or three tissues and I suddenly realised that I had snot dripping from my nose and tears running down my cheeks. I wondered if it was the sting of the paddle or the embarrassment of exposing myself and being reduced to tears that made this paddlings so terrible. A good part of it was -- as Kit had said -- psychological. He at least got that part right.
"Get dressed, Mr. Andresen," Purvis finally said and I gladly pulled my pants and trousers up, stuffed my shirt into my trousers and quickly put my socks and shoes on. I secretly glanced at Kit's crotch a couple of times to confirm that he still had an erection. He did. It was even more obvious now than before.
"Okay, gentlemen," Purvis was now saying, "step over here an initial the punishment log, please." We each wrote our initials next to our names indicating that we had received the prescribed punishment. I was anxious to leave. I was sure Kit was also.
"You can return these to your pockets," Purvis said indicating our wallets and handkerchiefs. As we did so, Purvis looked at his watch and then made an entry into the punishment log. He then looked up at both of us. "Any questions, boys?" He said in a friendly tone. Kit and I looked at each other briefly.
"No, sir," we both said.
"That's probably not true," Purvis said with just the slightest hint of a smile. "So let me answer what I think you both have on your minds. First of all, you both did well -- it was your first time. Second, it is not unusual for students to cry during a paddling -- in my experience anyway. I have seen many Junior and Seniors cry. Don't be ashamed. It's a way to relieve the tension. Third, it is equally not unusual for boys to experience an erection -- as you both did -- while watching a paddling. Don't let it bother you. It's nothing to brag about but neither is it anything to be ashamed of. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," we both said. I'm sure we were both blushing. I wonded how Purvis had noticed my hard-on. I hadn't seen him looking at my crotch -- but I had been busy staring at Kit, I realized.
"Good." Purvis said. "You are both free to go -- unless there are eother questions." Kit and I looked at each other.
"No, sir," we said. We both turned to leave.
"One other thing, gentleman," Purvis said stopping us both in our tracks. "What have you learned by this experience?"
"Not to smoke in the dorm, sir," Kit said.
"Close," Purvis said and this time a large smile crossed his face. "What you hopefully learned is not to get *caught* smoking in the dorm. Right?"
Yes, sir," we both said, smiling slightly.
"Right. Now get out of here. And please tell everyone that Purvis delivers a mean paddling. I like having that reputation, actually."
And that was my first official paddling at Buckley Academy. And that was how my roommate Kit had his rude awakening and how I had the pleasure of witnessing it. We roomed together for the remainder of that school year and for the next two school years. We became very close friends and shared all kinds of secrets and very intimate knowledge of each other but I never once heard Kit play-down or deny the pain and humilation of a proper paddling ever again.