Please refer to previous Pender County Academy stories for background. Specifically, to Pender County Academy 14 for details on Blake.
They say that "what comes around, goes around". I guess that is a true story in my life. As much as I enjoyed watching the big kid, Blake, getting whipped (instead of me), I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach that something bad could come of it. Oh sure, we all got the strap from Ray for talking that night, but that happened a lot, and I really didn't think too much about it anymore. "Just a part of growing up" he would say.
One night after supper, Ray walked into our dorm room with none other than Blake, the kid we had all watch "get it" some weeks earlier. Ray called us all to attention, and made an announcement that would chill our hearts. He told us how overworked he was, and that the administration was now allowing himself and the other dorm leaders to have a helper. He then introduced Blake, saying something like "I think most of you have seen him hanging around." This caused a real loud laugh to fill the room, and everyone there enjoyed the joke, except Blake, who turned his eyes on us individually, and caused us to shut up and whipe the smiles off of our faces very quickly. Ray went on to say that Blake would be watching us when Ray was gone, or busy, as he put it, he would be a kind of baby sitter. He told us we had better do what Blake said, or else we would "get it" (a favorite expression at PCA). We didn't see Blake for a couple of days, and, although we all spoke of him in hushed tones, we also all laughed about him and his actions during his whipping (which most of us still did not comprehend). The following Friday, after school, Blake was waiting for us in our game room. He said that Ray was called out of town for the funeral of an uncle, and he would be watching us for the weekend. I remember feeling a shiver go down my spine when he said this. After supper, he walked around as we sat quietly listening to the radio. He said that he was happy to be able to stay with us, that he remembered us from a previous time, and he would be "getting to know us" much more closely before the weekend was over. He made us all go to bed at 7:30, which was an hour and a half early. When we tried to complain, he said that that was his rule, and did anyone want to discuss it with him? A hush went over the room, as we all shuffled off to our dorm room to don our nightshirts, brush our teeth, and go to bed (it was still daylight out). Of course, there was a lot of grumbling, and as the door was open, Blake could hear every word. He stormed into the room and asked who had been talking. Of course, nobody was stupid enough to admit it, although almost all of us were talking. He said that he hated liars, and as he had heard talking, and we all had said we were not talking, he was going to have to do something about it. (Surprise, surprise!)
Blake turned around, and left the room, only to return with Ray's strap. He made us get up onto our beds, and face out, at the end of the bed. Then, he made us lean down toward the floor, head first, over the end of the bed. Now, this is the exact opposite from the way Ray did it, and Jerry told Blake so. Blake had Jerry walk to him, pulled a side chair out, took off Jerry's nightshirt, and pulled the naked little boy over his lap. Jerry was crying, and saying he was sorry, as Blake sat and ran his hand up and down Jerry's little butt. He kind of kneaded his cheeks, pulling on the flesh, and then pushing down on it, like Jerry's butt was some sort of dough. Then, without a word, he raised his hand up and smacked Jerry right in the center of his butt. A perfect imprint of a hand showed up in pink and red on Jerry's butt cheeks, and he let out a howl that could have been heard in the next county! Jerry then stood him up in front of him, so that Jerry's little penis was bobbing away at about eye level as he (Jerry) cried and rubbed his butt. Blake asked him if he had any other comments, and Jerry quickly said no. He was then instructed to get over the end of his bed like the rest of us. When he reached for his nightshirt, Blake swatted him again, telling him that he had not given permission for him to dress. (Not that that mattered too much, as the rest of us soon found out.)
Blake then picked up Ray's strap, and ran it lovingly through his hands, snapping it in the air, and finally smelling the leather ends and said something like I can tell where this has been. He then had us all lean forward, heads down, and grab the lower horizontal bar of the ends of our beds. This caused our butts to be right at the top of the bed end rail, our legs on the bed, and our heads and upper bodies down toward the floor.
He then went down the rows of beds, and pulled our nightshirts up off of our butts, and down so that they hung loosly about our shoulders, covering our heads and leaving the rest of our bodies bare, and exposed. He then started strapping the first boy. We could hear the sounds of the strap, and could hear the kid scream, as the strap landed on his butt (and also the tops of his legs). I could see to the side, and saw what was happening. It made me almost sick to my stomach, as Blake just whipped away. I didn't count the strokes, but it seemed like a lot, when he moved on to the next boy, across the aisle, and brought the strap down on his butt. When he got to the third boy, Billy, he told him that he remembered seeing him laughing when he was being punished, and he wondered if Billy was going to laugh now. With that, he brought the strap down Billy's butt cheeks, moving from side to side, and finally just whacking over and over again right along the crack of his butt. Billy was humping his butt around, and seemed to open it up to the strap, as it visited his crack and butt hole over and over. (I could see this because Billy was two beds down, and across the way from me as I lay there, and his movements caused his bottom to jump up and down, and in and out, exposing his hole to those of us who dared sneak a peek. I think Billy must have gotten twenty strokes before Blake moved on. He just lay there and screamed, even after it was over. After Blake finished with the boy across from me, and as it was my turn, he walked back to the still screaming Billy (whose head was covered by his nightshirt, and couldn't see what was coming), and laid three quick strokes right along his crack again, telling him to shut up, or he would start over.
It was now my turn, and I held on for dear life, as I heard a familiar whishing sound, and felt the strap hit my right cheek. Because of the angle and position, the tip bit into the tender area where my butt and thigh meet, and caused me to cry out. The next stroke was right down my crack, and even touched my little sack, which apparently was not tucked in enough. I too screamed, although I think Blake knew what had happened. He said something about another screamer, and started on my crack again. I had squeezed my cheeks together with all my might, to protect my sack, so the strap, while it burned each side of my butt crack, did not enter. I must have received ten or twelve strokes before he moved on. I was almost biting my tongue off (rather than scream) as he whacked me. Soon, it was over, and we were told to go to sleep. I pulled myself up, and laid down on my stomach, as did most of the boys. Most of us had our bare butts out to the air, in the hopes of taking away some of the heat that was still there. I imagine it would be quite a sight to see that many red little boy bare butts. We could only cry ourselves to sleep. The next day in the showers, it was determined that Billy and I had the worst welts. I tried not to look at my butt in the mirror, but did gaze at Billy's, and could not believe the bruising that showed along his crack.
David got a 20 minute hand spanking on Saturday in our lounge, as he laid on top of our ping pong table. Why Blake didn't use a ping pong paddle was a question that I could not answer. Blake made David lay there with his pants down for an hour, as the rest of us played. I couldn't believe it, but I was really looking forward to Ray coming back!