Please refer to previous Pender County Academy stories for background.
Tomorrow would be my 10th birthday, something that I used to look forward to. Now, it would be just another day. I purposely did not say anything to anyone, as I didn't want to incur one of Ray's birthday "spankings". Ray, our counselor, had a particularly mean streak about him. Whenever he found out it was somebody's birthday, he would call both connecting dorms together, ours, and the "big boys", and would announce that it was so and so's birthday, and that they were going to get a birthday spanking. So far, this sounded innocent enough, especially to most kids, like myself, who had come from loving homes, and had received the traditional one smack per year and a "pinch to grow an inch". Mine always occurred over my mother's knees, and were nothing more than light taps, followed by much laughter by all involved. Ray, on the other hand, felt that if it was a "birthday" spanking, the recepient should be in his "birthday suit". No amount of arguing would change his mind. Every stitch of clothing was required to be removed, and then the person was made to parade into the recreation room which separated the two dorms, and place themselves over Ray's lap. In recent months, he had taken to sitting on the pool table, legs hanging over the side, and making the "birthday boy" climb up and over, there to receive his spanking and pinch in front of everyone. Unlike normal spankings, Ray didn't use a paddle, or strap. No, he was not trying to hurt us, just to have a little fun. Instead, he used his hand. "Bare hand, Bare butt" was a favorite expression of his, although I only personally saw it on birthdays. Anyway, Ray's gentle birthday spanks were anything but. He would rear up with all his might, and proceed to work his way up and down both cheeks, spending a lot of time at the tender "sit spot" area where the butt ends and thighs begin. When he was finished, the boy's butt usually was a dark red, or sometimes purplish mauve. His "pinch" was indeed a pinch. I have seen boys butts in the shower a week after their birthday spankings, and they still had the bruise from his viscious pinch. He would grab the flesh either near the butt hole, or in the sit spot, or (rarely) the skin of the perineum (the area between the anus and scrotum). He would then squeeze and twist his "pinch", sometimes using his left hand to squeeze the fingers of his right hand even more. The screams of the birthday boys could be heard outside. Oh, birthday spankings were not something to look forward to at Pender, no sir!
The next morning, my birthday morning, we awoke as usual, to Ray's bellow to get out of bed and get ready, or we would "get it". That morning, I was standing next to Jacob Anderson, a new kid who was I think ten, or so (I was ten, but still thought of myself as nine). He had run afoul of the headmistress (we now had a headmaster for the boys, and a headmistress for the girls, but they both hit us if they wanted to). Jacob had needed to use the potty, and being pretty far away, (we had 25 acres to roam on), just did what boys have done since the dawn of time. He pulled out his little penis and watered a tree. No big deal, unless one of the girl "Junior Counselors" happened to see you, and grabbed you before you could even put away your....well, you know. Jacob was marched to the headmistress, who was in process of whipping a girl, Sally Macree. He was shoved in, his penis still hanging out, and made to drop his pants and bend over next to the already red bare bottom of Sally Macree. Both were rather embarassed, as I understand. Anyway, the headmistress was really angry with him, and took out her large paddle (Both heads had large and small paddles, among whatever else they wanted. Hers was made of thin oak, painted pink, with 20 holes in it.) She then proceeded to give him 50 licks with the thing. He was almost unconscious when he made it back to our dorm. He said that when the door shut behind him, he heard Sally scream out, it looked like her interuppted spanking was continuing.
Jacob came into the dorm sobbing, and went to his bed, where he just laid and cried. Ray had a rule that if you were punished by somebody else, you had to tell him, then he would check you, and if he didn't think it was bad enough, or if he thought that you had brought disgrace to the dorm, he would whip you again. Well, either Jacob didn't know that, or hoped he could get away with it, or simply was too much in pain to care. Anyway, Ray walked by the dorm, and came to Jacob's bed. He asked him why he was crying. When Jacob couldn't answer due to his tears, he whacked him on the butt, causing a high pitched scream. I was in the bed across from him, and really felt sorry for him. Ray pulled his shorts and underwear down, and saw the poor bruised butt on the fellow. He asked who had done it and why. Hoping to have ray feel sorry for him, Jacob told the whole story. Bad idea!
Soon, Jacob was hauled upright, and carried into Ray's office by the steaming counselor. On the way, Jacobs shorts and underpants fell off, which only meant that they would be out of the way earlier. He was laid on Ray's desk, on his back, and made to assume the position we all hated, with his legs up in the air, his hands holding them behind his knees, his butt hanging out over the edge of the desk. He was made to pull his legs forward, and move them apart. Then Ray told him if he moved them, he would get extra. He asked how many strokes he had gotten, and Jacob said that he didn't know, but it was a lot. (Stupid answer). Ray then took out his strap, and proceeded to give "a lot" of strokes to every area of the boy's butt that was unmarked, which was mostly inside his crack, and over his perineal area. Twice, the strap hit his balls, and at least twenty times it hit him square in the butt hole. The position that he was in, with the extreme extension caused by holding his legs apart caused his hole to actually partially open, allowing the tip of the strap to "kiss" him there. I often wondered if the tip of that thing smelled, after whacking so many kids. Ray then gave him about ten or so strokes up and down his thighs, before ending with another ten over his sit spot. The boy could only gasp in pain. Ray then did what he normally does when he is finished, he just left. It was up to the boy to determine if he was just going out for a breath of air, or if the punishment was over. If it was the former, and you had gotten up, you would really get it. If the latter, and you were still there, he would say something like "I guess you want some more" and would proceed to whip you again. It was a fine line to walk, but one that Jacob was successful in.
Anyway, I was showering next to him, and was amazed at his butt. It looked like it was twice as big as it should be, and it varied in shades from a light red to a deep red, to purple blotches, including blotches on each thigh. He tried to soap his butt cheeks, but couldn't. I felt so sorry for him.....then, Ray entered the shower room. "Guess what kids? We have a celebrity here. Guess who is a birthday boy today?" With that, he picked me up, still wet, and carried me into the rec room, where most of the older kids were standing around, waiting for the breakfast bell. Smiles were on all of their faces, as I was draped across Ray's lap, atop the pool table.
Ray ran his hand up and down my butt cheeks, brushing some of the wetness away. "I think this young man would rather that we didn't know he was ten today. Well, we couldn't forget an important thing like that. Come on, count out the spanks for me."
The older boys all yelled out "ONE" and Ray let fly on my lower right cheek. It really hurt! Then they said "TWO" and I received a sister smack on my left cheek. This went on, up each cheek, until they were at "Eight" then, one of the boys said "No, that was Seven, not Eight". Ray took his cue, and said "I guess we just have to start over, and proceeded to spank me ten more times, all on my sit spot. I was screaming. The pain of a spanking on a wet bottom was intense. It seemed like every nerve ending in my butt was on fire. Then, he grabbed the flesh next to my butt hole, kind of twisted it up, then said "no", then he pulled the skin of my right cheek next to my hole, and said "no, not good enough" He reached down, and moved my ball sack, then grabbed the skin of my perineum, just in front of the sack, and squeezed. Oh, how he squeezed. I screamed out, kicking my feet, horizontal now, looking for all the world like I was swimming (according to my dorm mates). He twisted the skin and pulled as he squeezed more. Then, he pulled on my balls, and said in a soft voice in my ear "don't ever...ever try to hide things from me". With that, he pulled on my balls, then set me upright. I could hardly walk. Our mirror wasn't low enough to see the area he squeezed, but I laid down on my bed that night, and tried to see it, it hurt so much. The other kids came over, and one boy whistled. "Man, that is some shiner you got there!"