Please refer to chapter one for details of the story.
Jimmy came to laying on a dirty matress, in a foul smelling room. He was laying on his stomach, and quickly cried out as he clenched his buttocks together. He reached back to touch them, as memories of how he was hurt flashed through his mind. Strong hands grabbed his hand and a voice said "you don't wanna be doin that." He turned and saw a boy who appeared to be about his age, dressed in bib overalls which were sewed from striped material. The boy had shocking red hair, which stood out in all directions. To say he needed a haircut would be an understatement. Jimmy's eyes focused on the room. It was a cell, and the cell door was closed. Outside, Jimmy could see several faces peering in, as if taking in the sight of his butt was the most interesting thing they could ever see. Jimmy thought to move over onto his back, and before the other boy could stop him, he did so, screeching out in pain, and thus giving his appreciative audience both a reason to laugh, and another view of his circumcised boy _c_o_c_k_ and balls. He quickly reasoned that showing off his butt was far better than this, as some of the faces were making kissing expressions with their lips.
"Make them go away" Jimmy said, but the other boy told him that they had just as much right in the hall as anybody else. The fact that he had "swung" withing minutes of his arrival made him something special. Jimmy asked what "swung" meant, and the boy explained that was their term for a boy who was whipped in the center of the building, while swinging from a rope. Jimmy quickly remembered "swinging".
"What did you do anyway? I ain't never seen no "newbie" get swung before he even got settled in!" Jimmy turned his head, and told his sad story, how he had been sentenced to a flogging when he entered prison, when he left prison, and he was to be spanked on the dead boy's birthday, and anniversary of his death, with a picture placed in front of his eyes, so that he would never forget what he had done to his friend. The boy whistled "Man, that's awful."
"My name is Earl. I got sent here because I robbed a store. Well, actually, I didn't rob no store, I was just standing lookout for the cops. The cops got both me and my buddy. Then, he broke away. He had almost made it over a fence when a cop shot him. Killed him dead. Said he was aiming for his shoulder, and that Davey ducked his head at the last minute. I don't believe it a bit. Anyway, they got me for robbery, and manslaughter. Imagine that! Manslaughter! Hell, I didn't kill Davey, the _d_a_m_n_ cops did. I think they just wanted to cover their tracks, you know, they had to make somebody their patsy."
The boy was studying Jimmy's butt, and Jimmy was beginning to feel embarassed. "Hey, I think you all need some water or something on that butt of yours, you are going to have some marks there for a while. With that, he took a towel off of the top bunk, soaked it in the sink, and laid it over Jimmy's burning behind. Jimmy winced at the feel of the towel. "How's it look?" he asked Earl. "Well, I'se seen worse, and then again, I'se seen better. They got you good right here (he lifted the towel, and traced a welt that went from Jimmy's crack, over his right cheek, and down onto the top of his thigh. It was oozing a clear fluid, and would probably scab over before it healed.) Yessir, they got you good. You put on a pretty good show though." Laughing, he said "did you know that you had a hard-on throughout the whole thing?"
"Man, I've never seen THAT happen before. The guards they got a kick out of it too. What happened to the end of your dick? Why is it gone? Oh, and for the record, you got a pretty nice size one, even though you ain't got a speck of hair on your body ceptin for your head, and there ain't much there either. Who chopped your hair?"
Jimmy waited for the boy to stop talking, and tried to answer the questions, as best he could remember them. "I was circumcised when I was a baby. They cut the end of it off, it is supposed to be better. I was born in an Army hospital, and they just did that automatically, at least my mom told me that. The army barbers cut all boys hair this way. OK, some questions for you. (he looked the boy up and down) Is that what we have to wear?" Earl nodded. Do the guards ever hit you?" Earl laughed, stood, turned, and pulled the straps off his shoulders, allowing the bib overalls to fall to the floor, exposing a muscular butt with several different areas of bruising, some black, some blue, some yellow. "OHMYGOD!" Jimmy said do they really do that?" Earl pulled up his overalls as he turned, giving Jimmy a glimpse of a shock of red hair sitting above "little Earl". "Well, let me put it this way, you are here for re-ha-bil-u-tat-ion, so's you can be a good boy when you re-enter society. They feel that the best re-ha-bil-u-tat-in comes through your butt. Let's see, the guards carry little riding crop type whips, and they'll whip you as you go past just because it is a day that ends in Y. Then there is the staff. They are the bastards who are here to teach us some book learning. They all have paddles, and trust me, they all love to use them. Then, there is the assistant warden. He had a leather strap that is about sixteen inches long, by two inches wide, by a quarter inch thick, with nasty holes drilled in the thing. It is on a big old wooden handle and.....well hell, you already know about that strap. That is the one they always use for a whippin here on the rope. Finally, there is the Warden. He seems so nice, but he's a viper, a snake. He'll call you out of line to talk, and then quick as a mouse, you are in his office where he'll make up some story about you doing somethin, and then you'll find yourself shucked of your pants and stuck over his big old desk while he takes a big old cane from his closet.! Then he'll come over, and make you spread your legs, and lift your butt in the air, and keep it there. He'll run his hand down your crack, and rub his finger over your hole, and..." Earl realized that he had been rambling. "Well lets just say you won't enjoy meeting him.
"Is your butt feeling better? Can I look?" without waiting for an answer, he raised the wet towel, and whistled. "Well, the good news is that the skin isn't really broken, so I don't think you'll have any scars. You will, however, have a black and blue butt for a couple of weeks. Try to be good and not give them a reason to whip you again. Why not see if you can sit up, and I'll help you into your overalls. They is stiff and rough, and won't feel good on your butt, but it will be better than having these bastards all stare at you with their hands in the front.
With that, Jimmy, holding the towel to cover himself, sat and pulled on the overalls. Earl was right, the material was terribly stiff and rough, and it hurt to even have them on. He knew he had to adjust, and to do so quickly, as he had four years, seven months, and 23 days to live here.
The guards seemed to take pity on him, especially after seeing his butt when he was in the showers. While those around him got whacks from their nasty little whips, Jimmy didn't. Two weeks later, he was pronounced healed by Earl. That very day, while they were in class "English compositon", one of the boys in class mouthed off to the teacher. He was made to go to the front of the class, where the teacher sat on a chair. He slowly unbuttoned the boy's overalls, then undid the strap buttons, causing them to fall off the slender body (nobody was fat there due to the food). The boy begged to be let off, but instead was turned and placed over the man's lap. The man rested his hand on the boy's butt. He ran his hand up and down, making little rubbing motions as he explained what a "bad boy" the kid was. He made him lay there, as he proceeded to pat his butt, the pats going over both cheeks, up and down, gentle pats that turned to warming pats that turned to stinging pats that turned to terrible, full force blows which turned the boy's butt a brilliant red. The boy was stood up, and made to bend over the desk, as the teacher got out a wicked looking paddle with several big holes drilled in it (what is with all the holes? Jimmy thought). He made the boy lean forward more. He made him spread his legs, until his brown anus, and dangling testicles were on a vivid display. He then made him push out his butt cheeks. as he proceeded to spank the areas that he couldn't reach before. He spanked and spanked, the boy's bottom moving from side to side to evade the blows, most of which seemed to land on the skin between his butt hole and his bag. Over and over the boy was spanked. Then, sobbing, he looked as the spanking stopped, and the teacher moved back, paddle in hand. Twelve times the wicked paddle landed, and twelve times the boy screamed blook curdling screams. His butt was now not red, but blue in shade.
When the teacher was finished, he just put the paddle away, and picked up his book. He made the boy stay there, butt up on display for all to see, as he continued his lesson.
Two days later, Jimmy's halo of good luck broke. He was pushed in line by an older boy, and, with his father's boxing training filling his head, he hauled off and knocked the boy hard in the face, giving him a bloody nose, and three loose teeth. Unfortunately for him, the warden was passing by, and motioned for Jimmy to follow, by crooking his finger. Jimmy felt his bowels tighten, then loosen, and felt the material of his bib overalls roughly rubbing his butt as he walked. The warden said nothing. He sat in a chair, and again, using his finger, pointed to a spot in front of him. There, as Jimmy stood, red faced, the warden slowly undid his buttons, and eventually caused the overalls to slide free, exposing to his critical eye what he had not seen since Jimmy's arrival. "Remarkable, really" he said as he held Jimmy's penis in his hand, gently fingering it, and lifting it to study it. "I personally can't see why they would do this, but we have had other Army brats here, and I have seen it before. I just don't understand it."
Now, Jimmy's mind took off, without any imput from him, and quickly the little engine that could chose to rise up to it's hairless five inch length, rock hard it stood in the warden's hand. The warden smirked. "Seems you like that, boy. Let me tell you if we find out you have been doin' anything "unseemly" with any other boy, or even yourself, you will find yourself swinging from that rope again, and a stray stroke might just accidentily hit this little jewel of yours.
"Now bend over and lean forward here." He said, as he moved his left leg out. He pulled Jimmy toward him, until Jimmy's waist was over the man's left leg, his own legs straddling the warden's left leg. The warden grabbed his waist, and pushed him down. Now, Jimmy could only attempt to reach the floor with his hands. He could not see what was happening to him as all he could see was the warden's back. Soon a hand exploded over his right cheek. followed by a visit to his left cheek, then a visit down the center of his exposed crack. Over and over this spanking routing happened, over and over the boy felt the pain, as it increased by leaps and bounds, the areas touched having become extreemly sensitive, as the big man's hand just exploded. Jimmy thought it would never end, and if he were to know the truth, the warden always did this punishment for fifteen minutes, making sure that the boys would remember what had happened.
"Now stand up young man. Keep your hands to your side. I don't want to see any dirty rubbing." Jimmy stood, again in pain, severe pain. He wanted to do nothing more than rub his butt, but intuitivly knew that if he did so, he wold find himself back across that lap, or worse. The warden stared at him, once again reaching for the now shrunken penis. "Amazing how these things can change in size, isn't it?" he asked, obviously expecting no answer, and getting none from the terribly embarassed boy.
"Now go and bend over my desk. Reach out and touch the other side. If you stand, or twist, I shall give you extra strokes. How old are you?" Jimmy, tears and snot flowing freely down his face, his overalls having been kicked until they only hung off of his left foot, naked as the day he was born, answered "thirteen, sir".
"Right, over you go." he said, picking up his cane, and enjoying the sight of the boy's narrow buttocks, a vivid mauve color. "Move your legs apart, I want to watch everything move." (at least the man was honest, Jimmy thought) as he moved his legs as far apart as his bent position would allow. He felt the cane tap against his butt, and then the shrill whistle as it made its' way toward the boy's butt........ Continued next chapter