"_f_u_c_k_, that hurts!" screamed Jack Montgomery as the first stroke of the strap worked into his bare ass. A pampered professional athlete, Jack had never been ass-whipped before. He never thought he would be either, except for the novel set of circumstances that happened in the last few weeks.
Jack was an outfielder for the Honolulu Trade Winds, who were in their third season after becoming part of the National League in 2012. He was minding his own business out in right field when a group of frat boys started taunting and harassing him, screaming that he had no balls and always choked when it counted. He ignored them until one of them started shooting beer from a toy gun at him. At that point he and four other Winds went into the stands to teach the frat boys a lesson. When it was over the frat boys were in jail and the Commissioner of Baseball had to decide what to do with the offending players. It was decided that, since the Winds were in contention for the pennant, suspending the players, even on a rotating basis, was not in the best interests of the game. The Deputy Commissioner, who had heard that several Southern states had reintroduced corporal punishment for crimes such as brawling, suggested that the players should take a beating. The players' response was "_f_u_c_k_ no!" However, it was pointed out that there was a World Series ring involved. The answer was still no. Then the Deputy Commissioner offered to drop charges against the frat boys in exchange for ten strokes with the new "Georgia Strap" on their bare asses delivered by Jack Montgomery himself at the ball park in Atlanta. Afraid of a jail term, they reluctantly agreed. The players were then offered five strokes in private delivered by a Georgia policeman. They too finally agreed.
The Winds arrived in Atlanta on a Thursday night for a crucial 3-day stand against the Braves over the weekend. However, there were other matters to take care of first. The team bus immediately went to a police station in downtown Atlanta where the butt busting was scheduled. The players were taken into the assembly room, the doors were locked, and they all took seats (while they still could). The five men who were to be beaten were sitting in front. It was decided that Jack would have his turn first.
A young, rather thin and handsome, black policeman came up to Jack and said, "Come with me, sir." Jack, who was also black, was relieved that he would be ass whipped by another black guy. "None of this plantation _s_h_i_t_," he thought to himself. The private room contained a wooden triangle attached to beams in the wall and a plastic bin. There were also some chairs off to the side for witnesses, but today there would be no witnesses. "Take all you clothes off, sir, and put them in the bin" the young man said with a certain attitude. "Oh, man!" Jack said plaintively, but it was no use. He stripped, showing a circumcised long and thick black penis, whose pinkish head contrasted with the dark skin of the shaft. The young cop looked just a little too long, and then told Jack to turn around and put his hands near the straps above the triangle. When Jack did so, the cop tied and knotted the straps so that Jack's hands would be tied to each other and the frame. He then told Jack to move his legs together, and used the straps on the crossbar that connected the two legs of the triangle to tie Jack's legs to each other and the crossbar. Now Jack's ass was completely at the mercy of the strap.
Sergeant Gregory Arundel, the young policeman, stepped back and took a look. Jack's ass was perfect: protruding, with strong glutinous muscles. It was dark brown, with no hair. Gregory could stare at it for hours, but he had a job to do. He picked up the long, sinewy leather strap, raised it above his head, and thrashed the power hitter's ass. The utter surprise and shock the first stroke produced had always amazed Gregory. "Yes, your butt is being beat, big man," thought Gregory.
The second and third strokes were given in quick succession, with Jack screaming after each one. Jack's butt was now speckled with reddish spots where the blood had risen to the surface. Gregory waited a few seconds, and then delivered the fourth stroke. This one brought another howl from Jack, and the young policeman immediately delivered the fifth and final stroke, which caused Jack to scream even louder.
Gregory left the room and came back with two other, rather burly cops, one white and one black. This was in case Jack wanted to take a swipe at Gregory. They untied Jack, gave him a loose robe to wear, and helped carry him and his clothes to the infirmary.
Next on bat (to be batted) was Neil Donnelly. He was a massively built redhead who was on the way to beating several hitting records this season. Sergeant Arundel wasted no time getting this brute naked. Neil had the thickest _c_o_c_k_ the cop had ever seen! Circumcised, his mushroom shaped dick head was quite intimidating. Gregory was really enjoying this job! He got Neil turned around and tied to the frame. He had an ivory, round, muscled butt. This butt was so hard you could play handball against it! Gregory vowed that, by the time he was finished, this ass was not going to be so white. He grabbed the strap, raised it over his shoulder, and delivered three quick strokes to the ballplayer's ass. The howl of initial shock mixed in with the sheer pain of the three strokes created one loud scream. Neil's ass was now an angry red. The flogger waited a few seconds, and delivered the fourth stroke. Neil screamed again as his ass got redder. Gregory stopped to admire his work. He was really getting off on turning this big man's ass from pure white to screaming red. He leaned back and delivered the final stroke, eliciting another anguished reaction from Neil. Mr. Donnelly was now done, and after he was removed, the next ass was up.
The next ass belonged to Peter Olaffson, the first baseman. A native of Minnesota, he was tall, very blonde, and extremely good looking. Not outspoken, Peter stripped down quietly and assumed the position. Gregory noticed his long, uncircumcised penis and fantasized about rolling the foreskin back and checking out the _c_o_c_k_ head underneath. The business side was just as appealing: two firm, well shaped white buttocks protruding from a thin frame with a prominent tailbone and lower back muscles. From any distance the buttocks appeared hairless, but our flagellator noticed that there were actually fine golden hairs covering the buttocks. His goal was to use the strap to rip out some of these hairs. Gregory then proceeded to place five well placed strokes on Olaffson's ass, each about three seconds apart. Olafson made a stifled groan after each stroke, quite obviously attempting to be a man and hold his true feelings in. This amused Gregory, who made each stroke harder than the one before it. When it was over, Olaffson's ass was a nice shade of crimson, and, although the roots were somewhat harried, the fine blonde hairs were still there. Olaffson was now removed to the infirmary, and it was now Gustavo Gutierrez's turn.
Gustavo did not want to strip down, but our flogger informed him that if Gustavo did not, Gregory could not do him the favor of beating his ass and avoiding a suspension. Finally, Gustavo stripped and started praying in Spanish. A brown skinned Dominican, Gustavo's ass was round and quite muscular. It was also quite hairy. His dick, like Olaffson's, was uncircumcised but not as long. However, it was fatter, but not as fat as Neil's. These comparisons were really turning Gregory on! He reared back and struck the first blow. Gustavo stopped praying and screamed. Very nice. The flagellator then struck three more times in quick succession. Gustavo's brown butt was now maroon! Gustavo was screaming and crying all at once. The last blow was struck, eliciting a very nice howl, and Gutierrez's time at the whipping post was finished. "Time for our last butt," Sergeant Arundel thought, a little disappointed.
Yosh Moramoto was a pitcher for the Trade Winds. Like Olaffson, he was stoic about his fate. Stripped, he showed hairy legs, but a perfectly smooth, hard, tan butt. His _c_o_c_k_ was uncircumcised and of average dimensions. Our chastiser fantasized about whose butt would bounce a handball better, Yosh's or Donnelly's. Gregory delivered the first stroke, causing Yosh to grunt extremely loudly, holding a scream in. He then delivered the four remaining blows in rapid succession, and Yosh grunted four more times. His butt was now nice and red. All in a day's work, thought Sergeant Arundel.
After dispatching Yosh, Gregory, alone in the flogging room, stood on one of the chairs and reached up to the air freshener in the ceiling. He took it down, and removed a small camera that was embedded in it. This micro camera transmitted to a larger unit that was resting on one of the ceiling panels. He removed an adjacent ceiling panel, and slid the unit out. The unit was recording the entire scene on a video disk! Gregory, who had kept up with the latest technology, now had a cool record of this hot night.
The Winds swept the three game series against the Braves. Yet after the third game nobody was going home. The crowd was staying to watch the young men from Michigan State get "official corporal punishment," delivered by the strong arm of Jack Montgomery. For modesty purposes, a tent had been set up in the outfield, and the victims (formerly victimizers) had been made to strip down inside it and bend over five wooden frames. Instead of standing up like the Winds, the reprobates were going to be made to bend over for added embarrassment. Five flaps in the tent were opened to the outside. The front part of the triangles, where the boys' arms, shoulders, and heads would stick out, were placed outside the flaps. Thus, the crowd could see the agony in the frat boys faces, but not their cute asses turning all shades of red and purple.
The frat boys were a blonde, two brown haired boys, a redhead, and a black haired Korean. Jack looked down the row of asses to be whipped, and thought to himself about the pain he had endured and how much he was going to enjoy inflicting twice as much pain on these assholes. Besides Jack Montgomery, there were the other five Winds who had had their butts busted, two witnesses from the State of Georgia, and the Commissioner of Baseball.
The scoreboard displayed the names of those who were to receive justice today. Chris Loudon, John Ferraro, Ronald Linden, Rory Cavan, and Song Kim. Loudon was the blonde, and was very skinny. His rather small, smooth ass was not well developed like the ball players', and had never been busted before. Jack could see rather prominent testicles hanging down between the cowering young man's legs.
John Ferraro belied the image of the hairy Italian. He possessed a nice smooth, white butt that was about twice the size of Chris's. Ronald Linden was of average size, with light brown hair covering his average sized butt. Rory Cavan had a large, ivory colored butt that reminded Jack of Neil Donnelly, except Neil was hard, and this guy was definitely soft. Song Kim had a nice round, fair skinned butt that was quite a pleasure to stare at.
Jack Montgomery struck Ferraro first, who howled in agony as a red streak appeared across his buttocks. The crowd roared with approval. He then skipped over to Kim, reared back, and let the strap fly onto the Korean's formerly fair butt. Another howl of agony, more applause from the crowd. In no particular order, Jack cut into each of the frat boy's asses, their agony made worse because they did not know when the strap was going to land on their soft, never beaten, butts. The scorekeeper was able to tell based on the shrieks and facial contortions of the boys who had received the last stroke so that it could be recorded on the scoreboard. The crowd was going wild, the frat boys were in too much pain to be embarrassed, and Jack Montgomery was getting turned on. About half way through, Jack realized that although he had got the others pretty good, Chris's ass had only been strapped once. He went over to Chris, and slowly and methodically, delivered nine strokes in a row to Chris's small, quivering buttocks. The young man screamed and struggled against the restraints. His facial expressions amused the crowd no end. But, after the last stroke hit home on his red and purple war zone of an ass, he broke down and cried in a mixture of pain, relief, and finally, embarrassment.
Jack then went back to work to finish off the other four, again in random order. All four asses were now red, with Rory's the brightest. After he had finished, they were sobbing as well. Nobody felt much sympathy for them, only the sense of justice when bullies get what's coming to them. The boys were removed from the triangles, and the flaps were closed. They covered up, and were helped out of the tent and off the field by a combination of security guards and medics as the crowd booed.
The Winds went on to win the World Series that year, thanks to a bit of wisely administered corporal punishment. However, shortly after the last game, there were posts to internet news groups by someone named Buttbuster showing the Winds getting ass whipped. The "mainstream press" ignored this for a while, but the stills started appearing in gay pornographic magazines. The dam broke when Playgirl magazine showed stills of the five men's asses. The newspapers and broadcast outlets finally reported the news. The Atlanta police department served a summons on the internet provider that Buttbuster was using and found out that Buttbuster was Sergeant Gregory Arundel. Gregory was careless enough not to anonymize his postings. Gregory was brought up on charges and a plea bargain was struck. He was to receive fifty strokes from Jack Montgomery!
Tied to the frame in the private flogging room where he had beaten the five ball players, Sergeant Arundel was in a state of both panic and strange anticipation. His narrow black butt had been spanked before by his mother, but not seriously strapped by another man. Jack, of course, now got to check out this small butt, and he found it hairless and just the right shape for his tastes. He picked up the strap, raised it above his shoulders and flogged the floor. "I have something else for you," he told Sergeant Arundel, as he walked over to the policeman, and rubbed his crotch against Arundel's bare, tight ass. The policeman tried to object, but he was just too turned on. Jack lowered his jeans, and his huge hard on sprang out. He rubbed his hard on against the crack in Arundel's ass for a while, while he played with the cop's rather long, hard dick. Unlike Jack's dickhead, Gregory's dickhead was just as dark as the shaft. Jack then reached down into his jean's pockets and pulled out some lubrication. He lubricated his dick and Arundel's asshole. Then he slowly but surely penetrated the cop, who relaxed his sphincter muscles. After a short period of pain, Arundel was in heaven. Jack pumped away, and came rather quickly, shooting his cum into the other man's butt. He then untied the cop, and the two of them got dressed. Sergeant Arundel bravely refused all medical attention and immediately went home, pretending to be in serious pain when his buttocks made contact with the seat of his car. Jack followed him there, and they took up where they left off. They each came several times that night, in each other's mouths and up each other asses. Sergeant Arundel was removed from the force, but found another job as Jack Montgomery's personal bodyguard. The media was effusive in their praise for Montgomery, giving him credit for forgiving Arundel and then giving him such a good job.