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After a few hours a nervous anticipation "Dad" arrives and hands me the note that he received from my school. He called a few hours ago to discuss the note which I try to play down. He saw through my excuses and told me that we would have a serious discussion about the note when he arrives home.

I read the note out loud....

THE BRYN MAWR ACADEMY FOR BOYS



 REPORT OF UNACCEPTABLE ACADEMIC ACHIEVEMENT

Dear Mr Rich:
I regret the necessity of submitting an unfavorable report on your
son Mark. You have a strong financial as well as paternal interest in
your son's performance at this academy. It is an expensive school. We
retain only the most qualified and enthusiastic teachers and that requires
a substantial tuition.
Your son faces imminent expulsion from the Bryn Mawr Academy.
He is guilty of multiple behavioral misdemeanors in addition to unsa-
tisfactory academic progress. Your son's grade average is a lackluster C-
or 1.8 on a numeric scale. A C+ or 2.2 is the minimal acceptable grade
that
a student may maintain and be in good academic standing.
Your son was found smoking cigarettes behind the bushes during
two fitness training classes. He had been instructed to run laps with the
other lads, but he and two other miscreants were discovered by a prefect.
Your son is guilty of repeated harassment of younger boys in the
dormitory shower room. He has been reported for towel-whacking boys
as they departed the showers. If you are not familiar with this juvenile
behavior it is the rolling up a towel and then in a deft motion flipping
it
on the bare, wet buttocks of unsuspecting lads.
He does not maintain his dormitory room in a satisfactory manner.
He refuses to assist his roommates in cleaning and dusting and is often
guilty of only perfunctorily making his bed and organizing his personal
area in the closets and drawers.
He is not making any serious effort to improve his academic grades.
He has been counseled and seems refractory to our appeals for a more
determined endeavor. We urgently suggest you counsel your boy during
this school break. We expect a written explanation of steps you take
during the vacation how you will follow up on your actions.
Koen Roosevelt

Headmaster

I only get as far as the second paragraph when he points out the note said that I had been caught twice for smoking. I had told him on the phone that I only tried smoking once. I guess I didn't realize how specific the note would be.

I read the rest of the note out loud. Dad grumbles and yells about each major point. When I get to the part about my doem room and making my bed he gets up to check my room. I grimace as I follow him to my bed room as I realize I never made my bed that morning. He demands that I make the bed and returns to the living room.

As I return to the living room I again try to down play the note saying that I had things under control. This only seems to iritate him more. He whines about this and that and finally drags me into his office. He's particularly upset about my grades and my abuse of my young colleagues.

He sends me to the corner while he prepares the room. He pulls out my wallet and administers the first of the many swats I feel tonight. He pulls out the straight back chair to the middle of the room and removes his jacket. After he sits down he calls me from the corner and orders me over his knees. My spanking begins. He spanks me with his hand for a little while and drones on about this and that. I'm mostly aware of his hand landing on the seat of my jeans.

After the initial spanking he orders me to remove my belt and hand it to him. He bends me over a bar stool and administers about ten swift blows over my jeans. I am then ordered to remove my socks, shirt and pants. With only my jockey's to protect me I end up back over his knees and he begins his hand assault anew. He pulls out a hair brush and shows it to me.

He asks "Do you know what this is?"

I nervously reply "A hairbrush"

"And do you think I'm going to use it to brush my hair?" He continued.

"I hope so!" was my mistaken reply.

I say it was a mistake 'cause he immediately went to work on my butt with renewed vigor. He warns me that if I continue to be cheeky he would wash my mouth out with soap.

He sends my back to the corner again. He orders me to stand straight and leaves the room. I start to rub some of the sting out of my rear when he returns. He slaps my hands out of the way and administers a few swats to remind that I'm not supposed to rub my butt while in the corner.

After a short break he again sits in the chair and I stand next to him. He says something about wanting me to be as naked as "the day I was born." He then commands my hands to my side and he pulls down my jockey's. Which I fold and add to the pile of clothes. I feel naked and exposed as I again assume the now familiar position over his knees. He introduces my now naked rear end to his hairbrush. I am all to familiar with it. While I'm reading the note he begins to address each problem 1 by 1. First is my grades...

He has me stand and bend over the chair as he grabs a large leather paddle. He gives me a dozen swats as I promise to do better. He send my back to the corner to think about all that I have yet to receive.

After a bit he sits on the couch and I again find myself over his knees. He paddles away for a while cuz I lied to him about my smoking. After which he begins to punish me the actual offense of cutting class and smoking. I repeat me promises to change my ways as he administers a few strokes with a strap.

He asks if I know why I shouldn't smoke...

I reply "Cause I'll get spanked!"

He feels I am cheeky one time to many and drags me into the bathroom and applies soft soap to my toothbrush and instructs me to start brushing. I brush for a while..the soap is bad tasting, but not as bad as I thought it would be. He lets me rinse a little bit and then I'm back in his office and in the corner. This time he wants my hands on my ass so I can feel the now considerable heat that's emanating from them.

After five minutes or so it comes time to address what he considers to me the most serious offense. In true style Dad orders me to take a shower and then return to his office without drying off. When I arrive back to the office dripping wet I see that he has placed a towel over the couch. I am instructed to lie down face down on the couch. Dad says something about not having a wet towel but he does a few straps. I bite down on the towel as he begins to apply those straps to my already sore rear end. It is during this session that I begin to yell out in pain and start asking and wishing for a last minute stay. My cries fall on deaf ears and the governor never calls. The strapping continues to I'm completely dry. Dad is very thorough and the strap finds every inch of my butt and upper legs. He even applies a few to the insides if my thighs...this really gets my attention.

I am relieved when he finally ushers me back to the corner. The relief is short lived as he places the hard wood chair in the corner and orders me to sit. I wince as I sit down. Dad leaves and turns out the lights. I sit forward and try to keep my contact with the chair to a bare minimum. After a short while Dad returns, sees what I'm doing and shoves me back into the chair. I am again reminded just how sore I am.

Dad returns after a few minutes to deal with the last few points in the letter. As I stand he takes the chair and again places it in the center of the room. I end up...end up over his knees again. We basically have a one sided discussion, him talking and paddling, about the merits of making my bed and helping out in the dorm. At one point I must have sassed him again cuz he really laid into me for a while. I get sent to the corner for the last time and the only solace I have is flipping him the bird while my hands are at my sides. Fortunately he never notices.

After letting me survey the damage to my formally while rear end. He figures I need one more trip over his knees and he reads the note aloud again. He emphasizes every point in the letter with his trusty hairbrush landing on my now completely sore bottom. He also informs me that he's putting me to bed, and that I must sleep in the buff for the night. He says I can get up after 20 minutes and lock up the house, but I must return to bed and not watch TV or anything. He also orders me to write a note describing what happened to me. I also must write a note and apologize to the head for my behavior. After another volley of swats he follows me to bed to make sure I'm nude. He shuts the lights and leaves the apartment.