"In life you must learn responsibility: disciplining yourself to obey rules and regulations; making good decisions. When you were younger, you had no responsibility. You could not self discipline yourself, so your teachers and parents disciplined you. They put you in the corner or sent you to your room or toasted your little bottom. Through that you would learn automatically to comply. To obey without being told to or forced to. To follow the rules. Like that one over there on the wall."
He began to walk around the deck.
"Joshua, read what is written on that sign over there, in the LARGE, RED LETTERS."
Josh normally wore glasses, but he did not need them; he knew from memory what the sign said. The nude boy tried to speak, but no sound came out. He coughed, then croaked: "No horseplay."
"That is right, Joshua, NO HORSEPLAY. Now tell me, Mr. Adams, were you obeying that rule when I came in here?"
Justin, weak with fright, replied meekly in his very slight southern accent (he had lived in Alabama right after being born in California and before moving to his present location): "No."
"No, WHAT?"
"Ahh...no, Sir."
Mr. Kramer continued to pace around the room, still rapping the strap against his pant leg. All eyes in the room followed him, and all but two thanking God they hadn't been caught.
"Now that you are entering, or are SUPPOSED to be entering maturity, you shouldn't need someone standing over you keeping you out of trouble. You should be able to evaluate the situation and act accordingly."
He stopped walking, paused, then turned swiftly on his heel and began to walk again towards the doomed boys.
"But instead you disregarded the written sign, which I have demonstrated you can both read AND understand, and pushed each other, resulting, finally, in Mr. Young falling into the pool."
He stopped walking and eyed the two boys. How stupid and pitiful they looked standing there, displaying their pathetic bodies to the class. The spread legs and fingers laced- what a brilliant idea, he thought to himself. He smiled inwardly, then continued the lecture.
"Now I must waste my time and the class's time disciplining you. A job that you should have been able to do yourselves. AND which most of you did very well."
The class rustled and began coughing again. Mr. Kramer, actually in no hurry, strolled closer to the boys. He stared hard at them.
"Do you boys have anything to say before you receive your spanking?" The "s word" sent a chill down the boy's spines.
"Mr. Adams?"
"No, sir."
"Very good. Mr. Young?"
Josh paused for a moment.
"MR. YOUNG?"
Josh opened his mouth to say something, but faltered.
"You have something to say, Mr. Young."
"No, sir."
"You do. What is it?"
"Sir..."
"I AM NOT ASKING. I AM TELLING. YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY. SAY IT OR I WILL DOUBLE YOUR SPANKING. AND IT IS ALREADY A VERY LARGE SPANKING!"
"Sir..." Josh faltered again. "We were not the only ones 'horsing around.' There were others."
Justin couldn't believe he was hearing this. Josh was a tattle-tail, but this was unbelievable. The class, too, was shocked. A small panic set in. Mr. Kramer, though, knew better. He knew that the entire class was misbehaving. The entire display was as much for them as the two Js. The panic setting into the class would be useful in shaping their future behavior. And, as an added bonus, Josh would certainly get the hell beaten out of him for saying what he was saying. The phys. ed. teacher was loving every moment of it.
"Oh? Who?"
Josh stopped.
"WHO? If in fact, there were others I want their names."
Josh was silent.
"Mr. Adams. Is Mr. Young telling the truth?" He knew very well what Justin would say.
"No, sir."
"I thought not."
Relief spread through the crowd.
"Mr. Young: for lying you will receive an extra five."
"But...I...I..." Josh was about to start crying.
"Save your tears, Mr. Young. I don't want to hear any more. Mr. Adams- bend over to touch your toes. Class- pay attention. Particularly you, Mr. Young. You ARE next." Mr. Kramer walked around to the back of Justin, now bent over with legs together to maintain balance. He looked at the tight little rump, smooth as a baby's bottom. Justin was smooth all over and had attracted Mr. Kramer's particular attention. Unlike Josh, who he just wanted to hurt as badly as he could, he wanted to really savor the experience of spanking Justin. What he really wanted was to take him over his lap and give him a hand spanking, but that was against the rules.
"For dangerous horseplay in the pool area, you will receive 10 whacks."
Mr. Kramer brought the strap into the air, carefully lining it up with Justin's pert, quivering backside. He held it in the air. Head down, Justin clinched his buttocks and closed his eyes, hoping he wouldn't cry, though he knew no one made it through a Kramer spanking without tears.
Josh stared in horror at the spanking that would occur momentarily. His own butt cheeks quivered uncontrollably.
Mr. Kramer brought the strap down and it hit Justin's butt with incredible force. The crack echoed throughout the pool room, causing the class to shudder, particularly Josh.
Justin's breath was taken away at the first contact of the strap to his bare butt. At first there was no pain. A split second later, his rear felt as if it had been pressed against a hot iron. He gasped and felt his eyes watering.
Mr. Kramer brought the strap up agin and slammed it down on Justin's twin targets. The second wave of pain overlapped with the first, creating a symphony of pain. Justin gasped again.
Mr. Kramer layed two more blistering strokes on the wayward bottom. At this Justin burst into tears, betraying his teenage resolve to remain stoic through it all. He sobbed quietly.
Two more whacks were added to the smooth, reddening backside, bringing the total to six- over half way there. By this time Justin was crying loudly, unsure if he would be able to stand four more.
Another harsh stroke was applied to Justin's suffering rump. From Josh's vantage point he could see what the rest of the class could not- Justin's reddening buttocks. What were, just 40 seconds ago, two smooth, hairless, boyish buttocks were now two globes, glowing bright red. Josh was horrified, knowing how his own would be the same momentarily. Worse in fact. He began to panic, his legs numbing and his heart beating even faster than it already was. He wanted to escape. For a brief, desparate moment, he considered turning and running up the stairs. But what would be do? Kramer was the track coach and could run like Mercury. Besides, how far would a naked freshman sprinting through the halls during class get? And then the punishment would be augmented again. He just stood there, locked in panic.
Mr. Kramer applied another pair of strokes. By now Justin was nearly screaming in pain. But he saw the light at the end of the tunnel. There was just one left to go.
Mr. Kramer was disappointed that it was nearly over. He had enjoyed the spanking thoroughly and wanted it to go on longer. He decided he would find excuses in the future to spank Justin again, privately in his office. He raised the strap into the air and brought it down upon Justin's backside with both hands.
"You're done. Stand up straight."
Still crying, he did so. He shook violently trying to regain control of himself. Instictively, his hands went to his rear to try and squeeze the pain away, despite his onlooking peers. He was not as concerned about modesty as he was 60 seconds ago.
"Uh, uh. None of that." Mr. Kramer moved Justin's hands away from his rump, inadvertently brushing against the warm flesh. It was a wonderful feeling.
"Turn around and show the class what a bad boy's butt looks like." Justin obeyed. Now facing Mr. Kramer, the phys. ed. teacher noticed that the boy's penis was red from being pressed between his stomach and legs for so long. He wanted badly to touch it.
He looked at the class and pointed at it. "You see that? Class? You see that? Mr. Young, yours will be much redder than that. Mr. Adams- please go to that wall over there, under the 'No horseplay' sign, and spread your legs with your palms against the wall."
Justin limped to the wall and did as he was told, as if about to be frisked by a police officer. Mr. Kramer looked on, pleased. He glanced at the clock. Plenty of time, he thought. I'll do this one here and leave them both there on display while the rest of the class swims. He was pleased with himself- two super spankings and plenty of time for teaching the breaststroke. What a _d_a_m_n_ good gym teacher I am. Little did he know that things were about to change.