Authors Note: This story continues John David's adventures at University and covers the second year of graduate school. The story can stand alone but references are made to things that are explained in previous stories. The stories in order are: "Pledge Dave", "New Initiate Dave", "Loyal Sons Victorious", "Bottoms Up Boys", "The Birthday Bash", "Wake Up the Echoes", "September Madness", "Our Loyal Faculty", and "Herr Pledge, Tim Markham".
This story is dedicated to my brother-in-law, Jason Anders, loving partner of my little brother, Tim Anders.
After driving back to University to begin work on the second year of my Masters degree, Todd and I wasted no time getting a batch of home brew going. Both of us had secured graduate assistantships and we expected to be quite busy. I was assigned to be a Teaching Assistant (TA) for Introductory Finance (F 301), while Todd got a job in Computing Services. I was really hoping that one or more Sigma Pi Kappa brothers would end up in my section so I could continue in the great tradition of SPK alums Jim Douglass and Alex Jagenow. (See "Our Loyal Faculty")
In addition to classes, and my teaching assistantship, there was also the matter of a sophomore by the name of Tim Markham. I had taken over as Tim's pledge master the year before because his big brother, Michael, had become overwhelmed with his honours program. Tim was a great guy and I really enjoyed spending time with him. Unfortunately he often had his head in the clouds and failed to get assignments done in a timely matter. This resulted in many bare bottom paddlings and eventually the belt.
I was hoping Tim had done some growing up over the summer since he was going to have pledgemaster duties and I certainly wasn't going to have time to deal with both Tim and his pledge. Tim came to see me as soon as he arrived on campus. I had my door open so he stuck his head in,
"Hey Dave!"
"Tim!"
I got up from my desk and ran over to hug him. He returned the hug and we each gave the other a couple of playful slaps on the butt.
"Dave, why don't you come hang out in my room for a while. I've got a present for you."
"A present, Tim you shouldn't have. What kind of present?"
"It's a surprise."
I followed Tim to his room which was full of boxes and cases since he had just arrived.
"Dave, I want you to have this,"
He held out a yellow stick, long and slender, a bit like bamboo. I took it, "what's this, buddy, a garden stake?" but as I handled it I realised it was much more flexible than bamboo, it was decidedly whippy.
"No Sir, it's meant to be used on my bare bottom."
"You mean like a cane? It doesn't look like a cane," I swished it through the air and noticed Tim was flinching when he heard the sound.
"Its a Rohrstock from Germany. German canes don't have the crook handle like the English."
"I see," I swished it once more, Tim flinched again.
"Why are you flinching, little bro? I'm only testing its flexibility."
"I know, Sir, it's an instinctive reaction. Every time I hear the sound, I expect an immediate sharp sting on my bottom."
"This seems a bit nasty" I said, whipping it through the air, "you sure you want me to use this on your bare butt?"
"It's much more effective than the belt."
"You've told me your Dad used the belt on your bare ass, but what about this thing? Did he use one of these, too?"
"You bet he did! Not just 'one of these'. This is exactly the one he used when I graduated to the cane at 14."
"That a fact?" I looked a bit doubtful, but he continued with pride in his voice.
"Only for really serious cases at first, I still got the belt as a rule. But once I turned 16, 'der Rohrstock auf den nackten Hintern', sorry, the cane on my bare bottom became the standard punishment."
"Really?" I was beginning to feel sorry for my little brother. "Sounds a bit severe . . . "
But far from expecting sympathy for his harsh upbringing, Tim was really proud of it.
"My Dad's favourite saying is 'harsh but just'! So, you see, this is a family heirloom. Belonged to my Grandad once. He used it on Dad, and then Dad used it on me. But since I won't be having any kids, I figured my big brother should have it to continue the tradition."
"Wow! Thanks buddy. I still hope I'm not going to have to use it. I personally prefer using the paddle."
"I know that, but this cane is much more effective for dealing with recalcitrants."
"I wouldn't call you recalcitrant, bud, just someone who needs focus," I said, swinging the cane again.
Tim flinched, but seemed to take this as some kind of signal.
"Do you want to try it out?" he said, dropping his jeans and undershorts just enough to bare the top of his butt.
"Oh I'm sure you'll give me reason to use it soon enough. However I think you need a good hand spanking on that provocative bottom of yours."
"I'm not the only one with a provocative bottom around here." Tim said slapping me on the butt.
"Why you little..."
I grabbed Tim and we ended up rolling around the floor. Eventually I pinned my little brother. I got up from on top of him, sat down on the bed and motioned for him to come over. Tim knew the drill and dropped his jeans and shorts the rest of the way, and lay across my lap. I rubbed Tim's bare butt for a minute before raising my hand and
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
I continued spanking Tim until his bottom had a nice glow to it. I let him up and we hugged for a while. I left Tim to his unpacking and went over to the College of Business for a TA meeting. There were twelve of us, 10 MBA students and 2 Doctoral students. The MBAs each got one section while each Doctoral student received two. There was a third Doctoral student who didn't teach a section but helped the professor with administrative duties, Tony was his name, and he was the "Head TA". When the prof, Dr. Williams, passed out the class lists, I eagerly scanned mine for SPK bros. I was fortunate enough to have 3 in my class, Bryan Schultz, Joe Wampler, and Randy Ward.
I walked back to the house and pulled out a bottle of Bass from the fridge. I looked over the class list again and thought how much I was going to enjoy having Randy, Bryan, and Joe in my section. Of all of the juniors in the house, Randy had the most beautiful bottom. I had the pleasure of watching him get spanked and even got to spank him a couple of times, but this semester I had some serious bonding planned. Bryan and Joe also had very spankable butts, as did pretty much all of the guys in the house. Randy was one of those guys who liked to provoke the older brothers in the house to paddle his butt. I was counting on that not to change.
The next day was the rush function and I spent part of the time getting my first lesson plan ready and eventually went down to the party room to see what Tim was up to. He was hanging out with a reddish blond haired boy almost 6 feet (181 cm) tall with a swimmers build. From what I could see, he had a nice butt, perfect for spanking. I was certainly looking forward to meeting him. I went to bed that evening dreaming about spanking Tim, Randy, Joe, and Bryan.
The next day, Tim brought his pledge, Jay, to meet me, and sure enough, he was the reddish blond guy with the cute butt I had seen with him a day earlier. Just like Tim the year before, Jay wanted to take the swats from me before signing the family paddle.
"Dave, I'd like you to meet my little brother, Jay."
"Hi Jay," I held out my hand.
"Hi Dave." Jay switched the paddle he was carrying to his other hand, so he could shake mine.
"Ready for your spanking?"
"Yes Sir!" he handed me the paddle.
"Well lets see the damage so far."
Jay turned around and dropped his jeans and undershorts exposing his bottom. I went to examine it and it looked like Chris, Michael, and Tim had done a proper job of paddling him.
"Assume the position little bro."
Jay, his jeans and undershorts still pulled down, shuffled over to the chair and bent over it. I could feel a raging erection down below as I admired Jay's bottom. His smooth buns were pink from the paddlings he had already received. I swung the paddle backwards.
Whack!
"Thank you Sir! May I have another."
Whack!
"Thank you Sir! May I have another."
After five swats I put the paddle on the bed and began to rub Jay's bottom. Then I picked up the paddle and the pen and presented them to Jay. He sat on my bed and proudly signed Jay Andersen on the paddle. Tim came over and the three of us had a group hug, followed by a couple of shots of Bushmills and a final group hug.
That Friday was the first day for my F 301 section. The students had lecture on Monday and Wednesday with the prof and recitation on Friday with a TA. I introduced myself, called roll, and explained how things worked. I had them each fill out a card with their name, address, email etc. I dismissed the class after 20 minutes. Randy, Bryan, and Joe stayed after to talk to me.
"Dave" said Randy "This is so cool."
"Yeah real cool!" said Joe
"Look you guys, I don't want to be accused of playing favourites. You know the rules, no special treatment. Your grades will reflect your homework and exam scores. And if you cut class, you will really get it."
"Yes Sir!" they said in unison.
"What about special office hours, Sir" said Bryan.
"I'm always happy to offer help if I'm in my room. Just remember that I won't hesitate to pound the knowledge into you, if necessary."
"Sometimes, that's just the method I need, Sir" said Randy grinning ear to ear.
The boys left and I walked back to the house. I ran into Tim and Jay on the way and walked with them. Those two got on like a house on fire. It wasn't long before word got out that they were a couple. While it wasn't unusual for flings between big bros and their little bro, if they were gay or bi, actual dating was much less common. I was happy for them.
My main concern was Tim's studies. Jay had buckled down right away and was doing well in his classes. Tim while cruising through German, was still missing classes and handing work in late. I usually spanked Tim with the paddle and the belt, but one day when he had missed class yet again because he overslept, I picked up the cane,
"Listen, little brother, this is getting out of hand. I'm sorry to have to do this, but I think some stronger medicine is called for, don't you agree?"
"Yes, Sir. I'm very sorry, Sir."
"You will be even sorrier, I'm very angry,"
I swished the cane, indicating my intentions while he bared his bottom and bent over a chair for his punishment. I inspected his cute buns and got a shock, they were striped already. My fingers travelled over the red marks,
"Tim, stand up! What happened?"
He straightened up and faced me, blushing with embarrassment, "Jay caned me."
"Jay?!"
"We agreed that he would spank me when I needed it. We both know how busy you are and we were going to discuss it with you first but..."
"Yes?"
"I missed Philosophy class again and Jay decided I needed a reminder right away."
"I see. I can't say I disagree with him."
"We didn't think you would, Sir."
"You said he caned you. Have you got another cane then?"
"Yes, Sir, I brought two heirlooms -"
" - and you gave one to me - "
" - and kept the other one in my room in case you wanted to use it there some time."
"Well since you have already been punished with the cane. I don't need to cane you again right now. Come here."
I sat down on my bed. Tim lay across my knees and I spanked his bottom quite soundly. He sobbed, as the earlier caning had made his buns quite tender already.
"Tim go back to your room and get studying. I want to see both you and Jay this evening."
"Yes Sir!"
After Tim left there was a knock at my door.
"Come in!"
"Hey Dave" said Randy who was wearing a t-shirt and sweat pants.
"Randy, what can I do for you?"
"I'd like your help with some of these problems from Chapter 3."
"Alright, lets see what you have done so far."
Randy gave me a sheet of paper with some scribbles and partial calculations on it.
"Randy this is a complete mess. Let me see your lecture notes. I know Dr. Williams did a sample problem just like this one in class on Monday."
Randy handed me his note book which didn't have any notes for the previous Monday.
"Care to explain this buddy?"
"I sort of missed class that day Sir."
"Sort of?"
"I overslept."
"Right! Randy assume the position!"
Randy lowered his sweats baring his bottom, and bent over a chair.
"I've been waiting for this" I thought as I admired Randy's nice round buns. Then I swung the paddle backwards
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Thank you Sir!" said Randy.
"That was for cutting class. I plan to give you another spanking over my knee when we've finished with your homework."
"Yes Sir!"
Randy and I finished his homework and he really did seem to be grasping the concepts. I put him over my knee and pulled down his sweats.
"Not wearing any undershorts I see."
"No Sir. I thought it would be easier for you to get to the bottom of the matter."
With that comment both Randy and I sported erections. I then proceeded to spank his bottom with my hand.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
When the spanking was over Randy hugged me.
"Thanks Dave, I mean Sir."
"You got it right the first time buddy. Next time you want my help, I expect better preparation."
"Yes Sir! I mean Dave."
I had dinner that evening with Tim and Jay. Both boys seemed to have trouble sitting down during the meal. My penis stirred several times and I was quite anxious to get them back to my room so I could examine their bottoms. We went to my room and each had an after dinner shot of Bushmills.
"Alright boys, lets discuss your arrangements. I have been doing some thinking."
"Yes Sir?" they responded.
"I have decided that you should be responsible for each other's discipline. You two can agree on rules and how the punishments will be carried out, but I will expect weekly punishment reports from both of you."
"Yes Sir!"
"Now I'm going to spank each of you on your bare bottoms with my hand. This is what you can expect each time I review your punishment reports. Jay come here and assume the position."
Jay dropped his jeans and lay across my lap. I pulled his undershorts down and rubbed his bare bottom for a minute before I raised my arm and brought my hand down hard.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
I continued to spank Jay until I'd given him about 30 smacks, after which I let him up and we hugged. I looked at Tim, "your turn buddy."
Tim bared his bottom and lay across my lap for yet another spanking.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
I gave Tim the same 30 smacks Jay had received. When I let him up, Tim hugged me and Jay came over to hug both of us. We remained like that for some time, while I rubbed each of their spanked bottoms.
The whole thing worked out really well. Tim and Jay punished each other for misdeeds and then reported to me each week with a sheet of paper that detailed the infraction and the number of spanks applied by hand, paddle, belt, and cane. I always gave each of them a hand spanking just for good measure.
Meanwhile, Finance 301 was also going really well. Bryan, Joe, and Randy all got A grades on the first exam. The next section of material involved lots of statistics and I had to devote extra time to office hours. I was going over how to compute a stock's beta with Joe and he was starting to try my patience, intentionally I think.
"That's it! Joe, assume the position!"
Joe didn't hesitate for a moment. He dropped his shorts (he wasn't wearing any briefs) and bent over a chair. I picked up the paddle and gave Joe five hard swats.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Thank you Sir!" said Joe, rubbing his bottom.
"Right! Now lets start this all over again."
Joe and Randy seemed to be daily recipients of spankings during my extra office hours. Bryan on the other hand had become more of the "teacher's pet". He had the highest grades in the class and was always prepared for office hours. Eventually he decided that he was missing out and showed up for office hours completely unprepared. I was shocked to say the least.
"Bryan, what the hell has gotten into you?"
"I don't know sir, senioritis?"
"Very funny, except that you are a junior and a first semester one at that."
"I'm sorry sir. Maybe I need to be motivated" he said giving me a very sheepish grin.
"Motivated eh? Assume the position!"
Bryan jumped up and centred his chair. Then he bared his bottom and bent over it. I grabbed my paddle off the wall and paused to admire Bryan's beautiful bottom.
Whack!
"Thank you sir, may I have another?"
Whack!
"Thank you sir, may I have another?"
Whack!
"Thank you sir, may I have another?"
I put the paddle down and had Bryan get up.
"Shouldn't I be getting a few more swats sir?"
"No I think I'll put you over my knee and use my hand on your bare bottom. Before I do that I want you to look me in the eye and tell me the truth about this stunt you've pulled."
"Stunt sir?"
"I think that you know the material backwards and forwards, but played dumb because you wanted a spanking."
"Uh well..."
"Bryan, you're my best student you don't need to play games with me. If you want me to spank you all you have to do is ask."
"Dave will you spank my bottom?"
"It would be a pleasure little bro."
I turned Bryan over my knee and spanked his bottom 'til it turned red. After I was done spanking him, I rubbed his buns for several minutes before I let him up. Bryan immediately threw his arms around me and we hugged. In the future, Bryan's office hours always ended with a spanking even though he was prepared. I even let him spank me.
The TA job was a major success. Bryan, Joe, and Randy all got A grades in the class. My section even had a disproportionate number of A grades. Tim and Jay were still dating and dealing with each other's misdeeds. I was going over their latest punishment report and went to my bookshelf, to pick up the cane Tim had given me. I swished it though the air, wondering if I would ever get to use it, given the new punishment arrangements. Not a minute later, there was a knock at my door.
"Come in."
Tim and Jay wandered in looking very sheepish.
"What's up?"
"Dave, you need to spank us both," said Jay.
"I thought you guys were punishing each other?"
"It's been a bad week," said Tim.
I had them sit down and listened to stories of missed classes and swim practices because they stayed up too late and didn't hear the alarm.
"Right." I said reaching for the cane "It's about time I put this to good use."
"Yes Sir!" they said in unison.
The boys had shown up in short t-shirts and shorts. I had them strip from the waist down. I put my chair in the middle of the room and had Tim bend over it.
"I think six of the best will do." I said swishing the cane.
Thwack!
"Ouch!"
Thwack!
"Aaaah"
Thwack
"Owww!"
I finished giving Tim his six and he thanked me and gave me a hug while I rubbed his caned bottom. Jay bared his bottom and bent over the chair with out being told.
Thwack!
Thwack!
It was obvious Jay was going to put on a tough guy act, which was fine with me. I gave him his six and only managed to get a groan out of him after the sixth stroke. Jay thanked me and I gave him a hug and a bottom rub. Of course on the following Friday, I got a punishment report that included an extra column for the cane strokes given by me.
Looking back, it was another great semester of bare bottoms, spankings, beer and the male bonding that goes along with it. Most of the guys went home for the summer. I stayed on to take a Calculus class. Bryan also stayed to take summer classes. We roomed together and there were plenty of spankings carried out. Soon it would be Fall, and I was looking forward to hanging out with Tim and Jay again. I was also curious about what kind of guy Jay would select to be his pledge.