The celebration of my 10th birthday was memorable! Ray said nothing to me as I left for school, (and I was secretly glad). I had not even mentioned it to my friends, as it was the first birthday since my parent's death, and I was just too sorry for myself to want anyone to say, or do, anything. I walked into my fourth grade classroom, and saw a strange face sitting at the teacher's desk. After we had all sat down, the lady stood up. She had gray hair, and a soft smile. I kind of liked her! She said that our teacher was sick, and she was Mrs. Grant, and would be our substitute teacher for a while. She went over the seating chart, taking attendence. When she came to my name, she said "why we have a birthday boy here today". I was embarassed and must have blushed. After atttendence, she asked me to come to the front of the room. She said that she always celebrated student's birthdays the same way, with a birthday spanking! The kids started laughing, and I wanted to crawl into the floor, as she motioned me forward. She pulled her chair out from behind her desk, and sat down, motioning me to her right side. She then gently pulled me over her lap, and, to the laughter of the class, proceeded to spank my little butt. I had never been "birthday spanked" before, and did not know that it really did not hurt. I was beginning to understand this as the "pinch to grow an inch" pain visited my right cheek. She then pushed me upright, and wished me a happy birthday.
That night on the bus ride home, the news of my "spanking" spread like wildfire. I did not tell Ray when I arrived back at the dorm, even though it was a mortal sin to not tell him about being punished at school. I knew that this was not "punishment", and frankly was still embarassed about it.
Apparently, one of my "friends" told him I was spanked at school, forgetting to add that it was just a birthday spanking, and not punishment. I was sitting in the rec room, reading some homework assignment when Ray came out of his office, and yelled for me, crooking his finger toward him, as he stood in the doorway of his office. My heart skipped a beat, as I knew that going to Ray's office was never a pleasant thing. I started to ask why he wanted me, when he walked to my chair, and lifted me up. He turned me to the side, and smacked my butt five or six times with his big hand. He then pushed me in front of him into his office, smacking me as I walked, with an underhand motion which really smarted. I was crying, and asking what I had done wrong, as he squatted down in front of me and undid my belt and fly, and roughly plulled my pants and underpants down, forcing them over my shoes as he picked me up. He then pulled my shirt and undershirt off, leaving me naked, except for my shoes and socks. He again turned me to the side, so that I now faced the door, and the 24 sets of staring eyes of my dorm mates. Quickly, he started to spank me, up and down my butt, just raining spank after spank. Erik told me later that it was almost comical, how my penis would jump up and down in time to the smacks. (That gave me something to have nightmares about). Ray then started talking as he hit, saying things like "so-SMACK-you-SMACK-think- SMACK-you-SMACK-can-SMACKhide-SMACK-your-SMACK-school-SMACK-spankings-SMACK-from- SMACK-me!-SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. I tried to tell him between gasps that it wasn't a real spanking, but he would have none of it. He spanked and spanked and spanked me, until I thought I was going to be sick. Then, he picked me up, and threw me over his desk in the all-too-familiar position for the strap. I turned my tear stained fact to him, and tried to tell him what had happened, but his strap beat me to it, as it began it's trip up and down my butt, which was already terribly sore from the hand spanking. Again and again the strap hit, until he had moved down to his favorite spot, the intersection of my butt and thighs. There, he spent what seemed like hours causing his cruel strap to blister my little butt. I would hear the crack, and then feel like a burning wire had been placed on my butt. The pain would increase, and then, just as it would start to ebb, he would hit again.
A brief pause allowed him to pull my legs apart, and twist me around so that I was on my back, with my butt at the edge of the desk. He forced my legs down and back, and told me to hold them that way if I knew what was good for me. I could see the cold anger in his eyes, as I lay there, exposing myself by pulling my legs apart and opening up my crack and little hold to his angry gaze. I had been in this position before, and knew to hold on, no matter what. The worst part of this punishment for me was having to watch the strap as it made its way from behind his shoulder, to slash cruelly down into my butt cheeks, or into my hole.
He threw his strap down, and ran his hands over my butt, running his fingers over my hole. I started to release my legs when the unthinkable occurred, he raised his hand back, and proceeded to hand whip my little hole, harder and harder his hand smacked into me. I writhed and twisted and screamed. Finally, he just left the room. I lay there, a beaten boy, having just suffered the worst beating of my life, all because of a mistake, and all caused by a well meaning grandmotherly type teacher!
I know that Ray was finally told the truth, but he never apologized to me. He was heard telling the others that I was a troublemaker, and had probably gotten away with something that I hadn't been spanked for before, and now I was "even".
Happy birthday to me