Please read first story for background on Pender County Academy.
I remember the first time I saw Blake. He was one of the "big" kids in the other dorm area, whose social room and ours connected. He was around 14, or 15 when I first saw him, and I do mean "saw" him. A sudden ripple of excitement went through our dorm room, and, as I went to the social room to find out what was happening, I heard one of the boys saying that a "big kid" was going to "get it". "Getting it" at PCA was never a pleasant thing, and I was tempted to just go back to my room, but curiosity got the best of me. I crowded into the social room with the other kids, and saw their dorm leader pushing a boy in front of him. The boy had reddish brown curly hair. He was tall, and looked kind of skinny. He was wearing a white bath robe, and a pair of thong slippers on his feet. When they got closer, I could see tears on his face (which was a real surprise to me, as I thought only little kids cried.) I next saw a wicked looking black cane in the hand of the dorm leader. When they pushed their way to the center of the room, we were ordered back. Most of the kids had to move out of the way, and that left me in the front row, eye to eye with he big kid. He was told to remove his robe, which he did, and gave us little ones the first sight of a big kids penis and balls. His penis was huge in my opinion, certainly much bigger than any of us little kids. Also, his balls hung way low, and loose in their sack. He also had a patch of dark hair just above his penis, which even as we were watching, started to stiffen up!! He was made to hold out his hands, and they were tied together with some sort of black leather thing. Then, they made him step up onto a stool, and fastened his hands over his head to an eyebolt in the ceiling, which I had never even noticed before. The dorm leader then said in a loud voice that he wanted us all to watch this, to find out what happens to a boy, "EVEN A LITTLE BOY" who is caught smoking. (Later, I learned that the reason smoking was dealt with so harshly was the fact that they were afraid of fire, or other damage to the buildings, not for our health).
The boy was then told to step off of the stool, which he did, causing him to hang, with his toes just touching the floor. I could see sweat dripping off of his forehead as he hung there. Then his dorm leader stood back, and raised the cane up over his shoulder, like a baseball batter. He brought it down quickly, and cracked the boy on his butt. I was in front, and could see the pain register in the boy's eyes, as the cane hit. Even more interesting, was to watch his penis jump forward with the stroke. I kind of wanted to see his butt getting it, but we were packed in too tightly to move around. Besides, I had never watched a penis sway back and forth, and in and out as much as this kid's did with every stroke.
After about 10 strokes, the dorm leader started using two hands and really following through. The immediate result was a scream from the kid with every stroke, followed by a kind of whimpering noise as the pain ebbed away. Those of us in front (and the dorm leader could not see this from his position) noticed his penis was so stiff that it was almost standing straight up. The head of his penis had changed from pink to bright red, and, as the strokes mounted, we could see some liquid forming on the hole of his penis. At first, I thought it was just some tears which had fallen, as they were rolling off of his face. I noticed the other boys were snickering, and pointing, as his penis suddenly started to shoot out some sort of white, thick pee (my 10 year old mind could only consider that it had to be pee) which splashed out in front of him in rythmic fashion, as his butt was beat. Most of us little kids stood in awe, as the older kids pointed and laughed. This caused the dorm leader to stop to see what was going on. I will never forget the look on his face, as he took it all in, including the boy's penis which now had small amounts of the liquid hanging down in cobweb like strings. He said to the boy that he was glad to see that he was enjoying himself, and while he had been ready to stop, he didn't want to end the boy's enjoyment so soon. Standing there, he whipped the kid around, and whacked his butt. We were now able to see his butt, and I was shocked. There were red stripes on both ckeeks, from the top to the bottom, both straight across, and angled. The stripes went from pink to deep red with blue welts. The next stroke that landed made such a loud splat type noise that I was afraid. The boy's butt was not all that big, and it seemed every inch of it was covered with angry looking welts and bruises. The man finished up with five terrible strokes in the crease between his butt and thighs (my dorm leader Ray's favorite spot, and a place I knew all too well hurt more than any other place on your butt). That area quickly turned bright red, then blue. There was even a small drop of fluid, or blood running down one leg. I couldn't tell what it was. They left the boy hang there for 15 minutes, so we all got a real close look at his butt. Some of the kids even ran their hands over his welts, but I was too scared to do so. The boy just whimpered as he hung there. I did make a point of checking out his penis, and it had gone back to the same size as we saw when he first came in. They finally let him down, and led him away. Later, Ray came in and told us to go to bed, that the party was over. He also reminded us that he would personally make sure the same thing happened to us if he ever even smelled smoke on us.
The whispers in our dorm were rampant that night, as the kids who didn't see his penis kept asking what happened. Of course, that meant that Ray came in with his strap, made us all bend over the ends of our beds with out night shirts raised, and gave us each 3 strokes with his strap. I kept wondering when he came to me if it would cause my penis to pee too, or if I would enjoy the spanking like they said the big kid did. Well, he finally got to me, and those 3 strokes were not pleasant. I didn't enjoy them, and I didn't pee, although I did watch the tip of my penis as I was bent over, to see if it would have some of that thick white pee on it. (If you pulled the front of your night shirt up also, you could see through the bars of the end of your bed, and could watch the boys across from you get it, and see their little butts turn color. And, of course, you could see your own penis and balls hanging down as Ray worked on your butt!)
It was a night I shall never forget!