Jonathan had been well spanked not once but three times in a little less than 24 hours. His little butt was sore after the paddling this morning and he was sure he was going to try to behave.
Jason knew Dewayne had spanked Jonathan; Jason was just glad it was not he that had been spanked. Dewayne had spanked Jason's last roommate, before he himself had been willing to do so. Having spanked Jonathan now, he was actually beginning to develop a taste for doing it, but he still hated being on the receiving end.
Jason's last spanking had been more than a month ago but he knew he was in for one today. He was late getting back home and, being on restriction, meant he was supposed to have an excuse. He didn't.
David, the houseparent, was waiting for Jonathan as soon as he walked in the door.
"David, no call can only mean you are without excuse," David assumed, "Go to my office, please."
"Yes, sir," Jason replied.
(For those of you who missed his physical description in the first story:) Jason looked much like the kid, Simon Camden, in the show 7th Heaven. Tall for his 14 years, his body was lean and better defined than that kid, Simon. His blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair skin meant he tanned nicely. Sadly, these traits also made him a delight to spank. His body was virtually hairless, and his bottom was soft and supple. Interesting enough, though, being strong didn't make him any less sensitive to the spankings he received.
David followed Jason into his office and closed the door. David couldn't get over how good looking this kid was but he was always surprised by Jason's reaction to his spankings. David paddled every other kid above the age of 10 except Jason. Jason he always spanked over-the-knee, bare, with his hand, and it was always thoroughly enjoyable. Today would be no different.
"Jason," David began, "You know why you're here. No discussion is necessary, is it, son?"
Fearing what he knew was coming, Jason answered with his head down from shame, "No, sir."
"Drop 'em and get over my lap, then," Jason ordered.
Walking behind the desk, Jason stopped at David's side. Unsnapping his pants, he pushed them down first, all the way. His underwear followed. Today, Jason was wearing a long-sleeve shirt he had tucked in so his privates weren't in view as usual. He was well endowed but David had little interest in seeing this side of him. Knowing the routine, Jason lowered himself over David's lap and as he did, he exposed his entire butt by raising up his shirt. Jason did all of this very slowly. He wasn't crying yet, he always tried to be brave, but he wouldn't be able to hold back the tears for long.
David placed his right hand on the center of Jason's butt while the left rested on his back, keeping the shirt raised. Jason quivered in anticipation but he knew the rules well. His butt was to remain relaxed at all times, he was not allowed to contract the muscles in his buttocks, and he to make no effort to cover his butt. Jason never tested their limits.
David raised his right hand and brought it down with great force, SMACK! Jason's butt flattened and rose; the imprint of his hand appeared almost immediately, and Jason began to cry. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Jason cried out, "P-p-p-p-lease, sir!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Jason was really crying now. David always spanked so systematically: first his left cheek, then his right, then the top of his butt, middle, and bottom. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He continued spanking until Jason's butt was too red to take much more, then he began to spank the left and right sides: SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Until, finally, the spanking stopped.
"Get up," David said, "And, don't pull up your pants yet."
That can't be good, Jason thought, and he looked at David with eyes that plead, "No more, please."
"I can see it in your eyes, Jason, you don't want any more. I have been thinking, however, about how unfair it is for me to paddle the other boys and not you. Today, you will receive 10 swats with the ping-pong paddle, but I am still considering whether or not I should even switch to the normal paddle. Do you understand why I am doing this?"
"Yes, sir," Jason replied. He knew it had been coming but he was just hoping it could wait a little longer, so he asked, "Couldn't you just paddle me the next time, sir. I mean, you just spanked me, sir?"
"No," David said, "I am only giving you 10 licks today, but they are way overdue. Now, since you've never been paddled, you wouldn't know what the position is. Please go around to the front of the desk, and bend all the way over it, keeping your feet together and stretching your hands as far across as possible. The rules are the same: no tightening up and no resistance. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," and Jason replied. Not wanting it to get any worse, he bent over and again pulled up his shirt at the back.
David surveyed his handiwork, no pun intended. David's backside was well reddened but he could easily take these 10 swats. David reared back and SMACK! And Jason, managing to keep himself together, let out an "AH!"
SMACK! Jason's butt responded well, flattening out and then rising again.
SMACK! Jason was sobbing uncontrollably now.
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"Okay, son, you can stand up now," David said, but Jason just laid there crying for a few moments.
After a few moments, still crying, Jason began to stand up. Slowly, he reached down and pulled up his underwear first, gently easing them over his buttocks. Then he managed to pull up his pants. Head bowed, still crying, Jason mumbled, "Thank you, sir," as he exited the office.
Every head in the tv room was looking at him. Jason knew they had heard him; they always heard him. Sobbing silently, wanting to save face, Jason went to lie down for a while.