Terry stripped off his gym shorts and shirt, then his socks, and finally his white briefs and headed for the showers. He joined 20 others inside the open shower bay and waited while his naked buddies finished for a shower head to be free. Slick wet bodies brushed past a short line of those waiting. Terry waited alongside an acquaintance, Lee, and struck up a conversation. The two 14 year olds talked about English class, which they both had next, and the rediculous teacher they had to endure, and Terry mentioned that yesterday, a Sunday, was his birthday and they talked about his presents and so forth.
Lee moved on to the next open shower and finished by the time Terry was able to get a free shower. Terry enjoyed the hot shower, enjoyed the feeling of being naked, and slowly washed his skinny body. He was 5'6" and thin, blondish brown hair, with a boyish face that drove the girls crazy, and a bubble butt absent a single hair. But finally he had to turn the shower off and get ready to go to English class. He stepped out of the shower bay dripping wet and felt the cold air grip his body, and rushed to get a towel to dry off. But before he could get to the table where the towels waited, he was grabbed by something else.
Terry suddenly found himself in the grip of two other students in their white briefs, having clearly dried off after their shower. They had him by both arms, they were the class jocks, and Terry had no idea what was happening. Was there a fire drill? Did he bump into someone? No, these two guys had just grabbed him as he exited the shower bay. He was forcibly escorted over to a long table at the front of the lockerroom where two boys, more of the jock crowd, waited on the other side. Terry struggled to free himself from the grip of the two jocks as the other students began to gather around and form a half circle behind him. He was pushed over the table so that his waist was against the front edge of the table, his abdomen flat against table, and his wrists held by the two jocks on the other side. They pulled hard on his wrists so that he couldn't move from his bent over position.
"What the hell are you doing?" cried the now frightened boy.
Just then he heard a locker door open and slam shut, and standing 6 feet away and to his side was Lee, and Lee was holding a huge paddle that was shaped like a ping pong paddle, but twice as big, and it had 50 tiny holes in it. Some game was played with it but Terry didn't know what it was, he had just seen the paddles in the storage room.
And then Terry knew. He was going to suffer a humiliating birthday spanking right then and there unless he found a way to stop it. He bare wet ass was on full display in front of everyone as they had gathered around when the commotion began. It had happened so fast that he just now began to feel the humiliation of his predicament. Of course, they had all seen his naked butt before, but that was just in the normal course of taking showers after gym. Now, he was put on display, held in place, and was the center of attention. But beyond that, he was facing a PADDLING!!! He pulled hard against the two boys who held him in place but it was no use, he was too small and too weak and they were too determined to carry out his humiliation.
Now, as a side note, readers should realize that this happened in a small town in Arkansas in 1978. The wooden paddle of the more common variety, a long wooden board, was used by the education system there as a normal course of action against unruly students. These guys knew about paddling and probably of the 20-25 there, 10 of them had tasted wood, Arkansas style. One guy, Dave, who watched along with all the others in amazement, even experienced the ultimate humiliation of a classroom paddling in the 6th grade, 3 hard swats with his butt facing the class that left his eyes watering and near tears, and his face crimson red. He had been spanked in front of his "girlfriend" and all his classmates, and he was NOT a happy camper about that. And another guy, Russell, got his ass smoked with 7 swats one year prior, from the principal, for trying to steal an Algebra test. These guys knew.
Lee slapped the wooden paddle against his own hand hard and the crack echoed through the lockerroom. Boys who had just finished dressing joined the viewing audience. Lee shook his hand as if in pain, to highlight the fact that this paddle was a real stinger. Two more boys came behind Terry and grabbed his legs to ensure he wouldn't move. He was totally helpless now and his bare wet ass was doomed.
"Happy Birthday, Terry." said Lee. "You're gettin a birthday spankin and I'm gonna set your ass on FIRE!" The small crown roared in nervous laughter and voiced approval.
"Let me go!!!" cried Terry.
And with that Lee walked behind Terry. He rested the paddle across both of the boy buns in front of him, evenly. The paddle was easily bigger than the entire mass of Terry's doomed backside. When this paddle hit, it was going to sting every square inch. Terry fought to free himself in futility. Lee responded to his struggle with a near full force swat across the tiny set of wet buns. Electric fire ripped across Terry's butt and his buns quivered violently in reaction to the blazing speed of the paddle.
"OOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW," cried Terry. "Now that's enough!!! That hurt like a son-**-*-*****!!!"
But Lee went at it like man with a mission. He laid 14 wicked, burning swats across Terry's bare wet ass. He was in tears by number 5. Screaming by 10, and a helpless mess at 14, glowing bright red at both ends, sucking snot and tears. And then, as the crying and humiliated birthday boy expected to be let go after 14, he gave him "One to grow on."
Released from the grip of the four, Terry shot to an upright position and his hands involuntarily shot toward his smoking buns and he grabbed both of them in the palms of his hands and rubbed like there was no tommorrow. The gym class erupted in laughter at this spectacle, this specific act of trying to rub out the sting. He looked rediculous of course. He was standing there with his face as red as a fire engine, his buns just as red as well, and blubbering like a four year old, trying to put out a fire on his ass cheeks. When the laughter settled in on him he drew his hands away from the inferno, and just turned and fumed back to his locker, crying hard, pushing people out of the way and desperately looked for his underwear to cover the main object of his embarrassment, his blazing red backside. Everyone watched as his legs went through the legholes in his briefs and he finally ended the main attraction by covering his buns with white cotton.
The next hour, in English class, 5 of the guys who had witnessed the birthday paddling watched Terry sqiurm in his seat the entire hour. They knew there was a very special relationship going on between Terry and his hard plastic chair.