Ben soon discovered that having Mr. Fredericks spank him was almost as bad as his dad spanking him -- with one exception -- at least with Mr. Fredericks he was spared the humiliation of stripping naked for his spankings.
But that didn't mean that Mr. Fredericks left him off the hook otherwise. Almost every Monday , the boy found himself putting his thinnest pants, on spending the day in dread anticipation. Almost every Tuesday, Ben knew that he had to hide his red bottom in P. E. and try not to squirm too much.
After giving Ben his spanking in the second week, Mr. Fredericks insisted that Ben bring the pants in so that the boy could change into them before his spanking. Ben had begged and pleaded with him not to make him do it.
"Ben, when I tell you to do something, I do not expect argument, is that clear?" Mr. Fredericks thundered. Ben meekly nodded.
The next day, the boy brought them in a paper sack.
"That is good, Ben," Mr. Fredericks said. "Now go change into them."
"W-what do you mean?" Ben asked?
"You heard me, go change into them, you are going to get a spanking."
Glumly, Ben went into the bathroom and changed. When he returned to Mr. Frederick's room, the teacher was silently reading at his desk.
"Ben, I have decided that your behavior is so bad that you have earned a week's worth of spankings. That means that every day this week you have an appointment with me after school."
"But I have to. . ." the boy began. The teacher cut him off.
"Ben, you will be here every day or your punishment will be even worse. Do I make myself clear?"
"Y-yes, sir," the boy said, getting a little scared. On the other hand, he felt his penis erecting and rubbing against the fabric of the thin pants he was wearing.
"All week, the spankings will be with the paddle. On Thursday and Friday, you will receive the spankings on your bare bottom. Now get over here so that we can begin."
The teacher pulled the boy across his lap and picked up the paddle that was lying on his desk.
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
Ben started crying almost immediately. His teacher wasn't showing any mercy. WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
Ben jumped and jerked each time the paddle fell. WHACK!! He didn't know how long he could stand what was happening. WHACK!! He knew he didn't have a choice. WHACK!! WHACK!!
WHACK!! At the same time, he felt his penis throb and jerk each time the paddle landed on his bottom. WHACK!! He couldn't believe that his penis would stay hard while he was being spanked like this. WHACK!! The boy felt confused, he knew that he hated the spanking but also could tell that part of him somehow liked it. WHACK!!
Mr. Rogers grimly watched his young charge jump and struggle each time the paddle landed. WHACK!! He knew that Ben was basically a good boy. WHACK!! On the other hand, Ben had become undisciplined at school and didn't think the rules applied to him. WHACK!! A week of spankings would teach the boy that there were consequences for bad behavior. WHACK!! WHACK!!
Ben was totally broken. WHACK!! His chest heaved and he cried bitter tears, but he stopped resisting as the paddle fell. WHACK!! He knew that his bottom would be sore and bruised for some time. WHACK!!
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
Finally, Mr. Fredericks put the paddle down and gently rubbed Ben's bottom for a minute. He could feel the warmth caused by the spanking even through the thin pants.
Ben was crying hard when his teacher finally helped him stand up. His bottom was so sore that he reached back to sooth it. He couldn't believe that he was going to get spanked this hard every day this week.
Still crying, Ben walked across the hall to the bathroom and changed into his regular clothes. The boy was somewhat embarrassed that his penis was still hard. Once he had changed, Ben brought the thin pants back to Mr. Fredericks, who took them without saying anything and put them in the drawer.
As the boy reached the door, Mr. Fredericks called out, "Don't be late tomorrow or your spanking will be worse."
When he got home, Ben went into the bathroom and lowered his jeans. Mr. Frederick's paddle had done its job. His butt was scarlet. Ben used one hand to stroke his throbbing erection and the other to rub his butt. Very soon he received the _s_e_x_ual relief he was seeking and pulled up his pants.
Both that night at dinner and the next day in class, Ben tried to keep from squirming. Every time he put weight on the sorest part of his bottom, he winced and shifted the weight off. His parents told him to stop squirming and he did his best during dinner. After dinner, he told them that he had homework and stayed out of their way for the rest of the night.
The next day at school, several teachers told him to sit still. During sit-ups in PE class, the pain was almost unbearable. On top of that, he felt dread knowing that he had to face Mr. Fredericks after school again. Mr. Fredericks had even smiled at him in homeroom and reminded him of their appointment. When some of his friends suggested that they hang out of after school, Ben had to say "no" even though he didn't want to.
Ben arrived at Mr. Fredericks' classroom right on time. The pants were sitting on top of the teacher's desk.
"Go get changed, Ben, we have a busy afternoon."
"P-please, Mr. Fredericks, can't you use your hand today?"
"No, Ben, I can't. This has to hurt enough that it makes an impression on you. Now hurry up or you will get double."
Ben didn't think that this was fair. But he also knew that he had no choice. He quickly changed and returned to the classroom.
For the second time in two days, Ben found himself lying face first across Mr. Fredericks' lap. He felt the teacher push down on his back to hold him place.
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
For the next five minutes, Ben lay over the teacher's lap, getting spanked. His bottom was sore enough from before that he started crying from the first crack of the paddle. He knew that he would do anything for this to stop—but he also knew that Mr. Fredericks fully intended to carry out the whole week of spankings.
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
After 25 hard smacks with the paddle, Ben was again sent to change in the bathroom. Again he spent the evening at home trying to keep his parents from noticing the squirming. He ate dinner quickly and retreated to his room, where he lay on his stomach and tried to soothe his bottom, even more sore than it had been the day before.
The next day, Ben was tempted to cut school. This was the day that Mr. Fredericks had said that he was going spank Ben on his bare bottom. But he had a feeling that if he faked an illness, his mom might take the day off from work and notice the squirming. On the other hand, if he just cut, Mr. Fredericks would really blister his bottom at school.
Without enthusiasm, Ben got himself ready for school. While getting ready for his shower, he discovered some sunburn ointment in the medicine cabinet. There was a little bit of a sting at first, but Ben felt it soothing his spanked bottom. He just wished that he had thought of using it sooner.
Again he squirmed in his chair during his classes. Again, PE was hard, both from hiding his butt and from having to lie on his back for some of the calisthenics. After class, one of his best friends, Jim Tucker, came up to him.
"Ben, has your dad been beating on you? Because if he has, you should tell someone."
"Look, Jim," Ben said, "you don't know what you are talking about."
"Hey, I saw your butt today. Look, if you have been messing up and you deserve the spankings, I understand. My dad spanks me too sometimes. Just tell me that you deserved them and I'll drop it."
"Please, Jim. My dad won't spank me unless I deserve it. So if you really are my friend, just drop it, OK?"
Jim, who knew that his own dad was going to strap him the following night, quickly agreed. Ben was his friend, but he wasn't going to get between him and his discipline.
When Ben arrived at Mr. Fredericks' classroom, the paddle was on one corner of the desk and the pants were on the other.
"Go get changed, Ben," was all the teacher said. Ben quickly took off his shoes, then pulled his regular jeans and underwear down his smooth legs and off. Sighing deeply, he put the thin pants on and pulled them up.
Whimpering softly, he returned to the classroom.
"Come stand in front of me, Ben," the teacher ordered. The boy obeyed. He knew there was no turning back. He had to accept the humiliation that he knew was coming. "Ben, I want you to stand still while I pull down your pants. If you resist or even jerk, you will get extra. Do I make myself clear?"
"Y-yes, sir," the boy stammered. Without ceremony, Mr. Fredericks reached forward and unsnapped Ben's pants, pulled down the zipper, and in one movement dragged them to the middle of the student's thighs.
Ben felt vulnerable. This wasn't fair, he thought. Mr. Fredericks was piling on the punishments. As humiliated as he felt though, the boy also felt his penis become rigidly erect against the teacher's thigh.
Mr. Fredericks looked down at Ben's bottom, which was red and bruised from three previous spankings during the week. He could feel Ben's chest heaving as the boy anticipated the spanking.
"I'm sorry, Ben—but you need this. However, I will be nice today and use just my hand. But it will have to be a double what you have been getting."
Smack! The man's hand fell again. Smack!! Ben bounced as the hand hit. Smack!! It wasn't as bad as the paddle, but it wasn't good either. Smack!! Smack!! The boy felt tears welling in his eyes. Smack!!
Mr. Fredericks looked for areas that hadn't been spanked before. Smack!! He wanted Ben to feel the spanking. Smack!! A small part of him felt sorry for the boy. Smack!!! But he knew that unless Ben learned to behave, it would drag him down for years to come. Smack!! Smack!!
Ben started howling in pain. Smack!! This was so unfair. Smack!! None of his other friends got spanked like this. Smack!! Teachers weren't supposed to spank students. Smack!! But Ben knew that the spankings were his idea, so he had no choice but to take it. Smack!!
"Ben (Smack!!), you need (Smack!) to learn (Smack!!) to be (Smack!!) a better (Smack!!) citizen (Smack!!) of (Smack!!) this (Smack!! Smack!!) school (Smack!!)."
Although it didn't hurt like the paddle, the spanking was relentless. Smack!! Ben couldn't believe how much on fire his butt was. Smack!! He tried to concentrate on something, anything, to distract him from the pain. Smack!! He just wanted it to get over soon. Smack!! Smack!!
Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! Smack!!
Every inch of Ben's bottom had been hit at least once. Smack!! Most had been hit two or three times. Smack!! Smack!! The boy slumped from exhaustion as the spanking continued. Smack!! Smack!!
Mr. Fredericks' hand hurt. Smack!! He knew that Ben had received enough. Smack!! One more day of spankings and Ben would be through. Smack!!
Smack!! Smack!!
The man stopped. Ben was crying like a little boy. Mr. Fredericks was pleased. He finally felt like he was getting through to his student.
"Get up and get dressed. Tomorrow I am going to use the paddle on your bare bottom."
Ben stood, pulling his pants up as he fled across the hall so that he could change. His bottom was on fire, and he knew he still had a day to go.
The next day was a blur, both at home and at school. Ben cut P. E. class, knowing it was impossible to hide his butt from Jim's prying eyes. He would worry about Mr. Fredericks finding out about the cut later. The sunburn cream helped a little and he had been squirming enough during the week that most teachers weren't even noticing any more.
When he arrived at Mr. Fredericks' classroom, the paddle and the pants were out, the same place Mr. Fredericks had been placing them all week. Without a word being spoken, Ben went and changed.
Mr. Fredericks stood the boy in front of him and lowered the thin pants. Then Ben positioned himself for the final time that week—and received 25 hard smacks with the paddle. He was crying and blubbering before he was done. The boy's buttocks were scarlet, with multiple welts and bruises. It had truly been the most painful week of his life.
Mr. Fredericks hugged him after, and told him that he was a good boy. Ben just wanted to get home and do something, anything, to sooth his spanked buttocks.