St. Francis Catholic Preparatory School was located in one of the nicer suburbs of Spokane Washington. It was a school highly respected for its traditional education and discipline. The students who graduated were well prepared for any higher learning that they wished to pursue. The cost of attending was steep and the admittance program was designed to take in high caliber young men and women destined to be pillars of the communities.
Brother Sean had just accepted his new position as Assistant Principal six months earlier. He had taught in various Catholic schools around the country and been in the administration of two prior to this assignment. He was attracted to St. Francis because of the strong adherence to traditional values and discipline. The new "kinder and gentler" approach that many dioceses were taking now days in their approach to raising and educating young people seemed to have bypassed this community. This suited Sean fine as he felt that teenage boys, especially, needed firm guidance during these years. They respected and accepted discipline as long as it was fair.
In his new position, Sean was responsible for the 430 students attending the school. He truly loved working with young people. They liked and respected his caring demeanor and his ability to bond with them. He seemed to be able to get inside each of their heads and most of the boys would say that he was a hard one to bull_s_h_i_t_. His kind outward presence, however, was housed in a very large and somewhat intimidating body. Sean stood 6 feet 3 inches and weighed about 230 pounds. The boys knew that if push came to shove, Sean would prevail. They had also heard rumors that if you were called to his office for misbehavior, justice was meted out through traditional methods that normally left a boy's buttocks on fire for the rest of the day. Although the public schools in this state had recently banned the use of corporal punishment, private schools were free to set their own policies. The parents of the students sent to St. Francis knew this and were generally enthusiastic supporters of its use when needed. A dark wooden paddle hung clearly visible behind Sean's desk with the schools logo emblazoned on it.
Sean found that corporal punishment was not needed nearly as much at the high school level as it was with the middle school boys. Although he mainly found the need for it among the freshman and sophomore boys, he did condone its use even with the senior boys on occasion. His philosophy was that if the student was acting immature enough to be sent to his office for misbehavior, that he would then be treated accordingly. He noted with pride the obvious nervousness when a misbehaving young man of 17 or 18 years would show when entering his office for a "discussion" about proper behavior. Word was getting around that Brother Sean gave the most thorough paddling any boy had ever felt. Second visits to his office for misbehavior were rare indeed.
Ben was a 14 1 2-year-old freshman with a reputation from his prior middle school of a serious hellion. He and his best friend had caused more turmoil among the school and community than all the rest of the boys in his class combined. In previous years, he had been sent to the office numerous times to be dealt with. He was no stranger to having his butt paddled, both in school and also at home. It would straighten him out for a while then he would go right back to his errant ways.
He had been lucky to be granted admittance to St. Francis. In fact, it was only because of his placement tests had shown him to be unusually bright. That, and the fact that his parents had pleaded for his acceptance caused the board to grant his entrance, despite his former discipline problems. Ben had promised better behavior and was doing exceptionally well so far in the new school. He was not nearly as _c_o_c_k_y now and had been given responsibility as coordinator of the freshman class money-raising projects. So far, Ben had been doing a great job and was generally liked by all the staff and most of the students as well. He had been sent to the office during the second month for cutting up in class. Mr. Jarvis, the Assistant Principal prior to Sean, had dealt with Ben by making him assume the position over the desk and administering three good licks with the paddle. This had been done so often in Jr. High, that Ben was not all that frightened and accepted the paddling. What he did not like was the note that he then had to take home to his parents to be signed, acknowledging the punishment. But, Ben and his crafty ways had found a way to forge the signature on the note and avoided what would have been serious punishment at home.
Ben stopped his games in the classroom and seemed to become a very well behaved young man. The only time he had ever been in Brother Sean's office was when Sean invited him in after meeting him in the hall and congratulating Ben on the fine job he was doing as freshman coordinator. He liked Ben and even though Ben felt a little uncomfortable sitting in an office that in the past had only been to discuss misbehavior, he seemed to be drawn to Sean as well. Sean ended up giving Ben the keys to the freshman coke machine as an additional responsibility to collect the coins and fill the machine with more beverages. Ben could not have been more pleased.
In the months ahead, Ben did an admirable job with his responsibilities and helped the class to raise record amounts of income through various projects. He was quickly becoming very popular and liked immensely his new status. But, he had also started a devious plan of taking a little of the money he collected out of the pop machine. It started with only a few dollars here and there for change, which he conveniently forgot to replace with dollar bills. Ben somehow justified this to himself as not stealing, but sort of a commission for all he was doing with helping the class make money through his volunteer efforts. As the weeks went on, he subtly started taking several dollars a week out of the machine. No one suspected anything and he was careful to cover his tracks.
Brother Sean, on the other hand, was just as shrewd as young Ben. He had been a hellion in his own days, and through the oversight of stern discipline had been molded into a person of high morals. He was overjoyed at the turn-around of Ben and his responsible actions. Ben was obviously a great kid, with a somewhat tarnished background. He paid special attention to the boy and greeted him with warmth each time he saw Ben in the school. When the subject of the freshman coke machine's drooping revenues came up, a red flag appeared. Brother Sean decided to take a good look at the situation. He hoped Ben was not involved, but just to rule out suspicion planted a certain amount of pop and coins in the machine prior to Ben's weekly attendance. Afterwards, his suspicions were confirmed. Ben had taken out $58.50 and only turned in $48. _d_a_m_n_!
A runner, who told the teacher that he was to report to Brother Sean immediately, called Ben out of his Biology class that morning. When Ben heard this, he thought the urgency was unusual but nothing to worry about because he was in good stead with Brother Sean. He left and happily followed the runner down the hall toward Sean's office. The runner would say nothing, except that Brother Sean seemed in a very bad mood. When they arrived, Ben knocked on the door and was told sternly to enter. Brother Sean then dismissed the runner and closed both his inner and outer doors, a sure sign of serious discussion. Ben subtly gulped and could feel the intensity emanating from Brother Sean.
The discussion started and very quickly focused on one word: stealing. Brother Sean's angry eyes pierced right through young Ben's blank stare as his face went completely colorless with fear. He had been caught. He started thinking of excuses and cover-ups, but Sean was too quick and warned that lying would seal his fate with immediate expulsion from school. Ben eyes started to form tears as he noticed the expulsion papers on Sean's desk. Stealing was grounds for immediate expulsion, being one of the Ten Commandments. The discussion went on, and the boy sobbed silently, realizing his reputation had been crushed. His life would be over, ruined beyond repair if became public.
Brother Sean considered the possibilities. He should certainly expel Ben and make an example out of him. But this kid was turning around so well and had come so far from his past. His grades were straight A's, and he was well liked and respected. And he had to remind himself how young Ben still was. Yes, this had been a mistake, a tremendous error in judgment. But, what would it serve if this young man had his whole reputation and schooling taken away from him? If he called the cops, Ben would be placed in the abysmal criminal justice system, where he would not be punished, but counseled and treated with other teenage hoodlums. Brother Sean hated that concept. Ben needed punishment for this crime, swift and sure justice that would wake him up to the realization that a few dollars pilfered leads to a criminal mind and a criminal man. He looked at the very contrite freshman boy before him. He was a very attractive young man with his blue eyes and mop of straight brown hair. He was certainly in need of correction. Brother Sean decided right then that he would not ruin the boy over this misdeed.
"Alright then, Ben. I want you to go to the restroom and get yourself cleaned up and presentable and return to class. When the school day is over, you will report back here and I will decide on your punishment."
"Yes, Brother Sean. Am I to be turned over to the police?"
"As much as I should do that, Ben, I have decided to keep the matter within the school. You will be punished accordingly."
Ben was in a jumbled mess the rest of the day. He could not concentrate on anything. Waves of fear ran through him as he thought of the possibilities. Maybe he would not be expelled after all. Brother Sean seemed to indicate punishment, and that didn't sound like he was going to kick him out of the school. But, what kind of punishment? Whatever it was going to be, Ben knew it had to be major. The day dragged on toward 2:10pm when classes were dismissed for the day. When the bell rang, Ben proceeded from his locker down the long hall toward Brother Sean's office. He shrugged his friend's questions off and felt like a criminal walking the plank. His stomach was in knots as he proceeded toward the office to find out his fate. He knocked on Brother Sean's inner door.
"Come in." Ben entered and closed the door.
"Do you have anything to say in your defense, Ben? Sean was not nearly as mad at the boy as he was earlier. He was going to correct this youth, seriously.
"No, sir," pausing then saying "other than the fact I really am sorry. I don't know why I did it. I'm really very sorry, sir. Please don't expel me."
"I have decided not to expel you, Ben. You are young and you made a serious mistake when given a trustworthy position. You have proven yourself unable to be trusted in that position any longer and are hereby removed immediately. Give me your keys right now."
The words stung and once again the mist formed in Ben's eyes. He reached in his pocket and collected the keys he had been entrusted with, handing them over to Brother Sean who was staring at the boy intensely. Ben hated losing this responsibility and he was beginning to feel punished already. Boy, if he could get off with just this, it would be bad, but at least bearable.
"Now, son. What do you feel would be an appropriate punishment for a boy who acted so immaturely?"
Ben fidgeted as he stood before the large man. He obviously was waiting for an answer.
"I'm not sure, sir." Ben softly spoke. About two minutes of silence transpired.
"What would happen to a 10-year-old boy who took something from a grocery store without paying for it or took money from his dad's wallet without asking?"
Ben did not like the path that this conversation was taking. Both of those scenarios had brought the same initial thought, and one had actually happened in his past. He just looked down and avoided the subject. Brother Sean was not about to let that happen.
"Answer me, young man! What do you think would happen?" Sean pressed.
Ben finally came up with the obvious answer hanging in the air. "I guess he might get paddled, sir."
"Yes, son. I think that is correct. A boy acting like that probably would get a good hard spanking, wouldn't he?"
Ben nodded his head, thinking how juvenile the term "spanking" was compared to "paddling". He couldn't help but sneak a quick glance at the school paddle hanging on the wall just to the right of Brother Sean. His buttocks flinched at the thought. This was going down a dangerous road, but a paddling was a hell of a lot better than expulsion or the cops.
"Since you acted in the same juvenile manner, Ben, don't you feel that the same punishment might be appropriate for you-a good hard spanking?" He paused looking at the boy cringing every time the word was spoken. "I think a spanking can be every bit as effective for an older boy as it is for a younger one. It just has to be done more firmly and for a longer duration. Would you agree with me, young man?"
"I guess so, sir." Ben was resigned to the fact that he was going to be paddled, although the terms Brother Sean was using sure didn't sound like any paddling he had experienced before.
"Then I think that is how I will punish you, Ben. I have decided to administer a spanking to you that you will never forget. It will be the spanking of your life, young man. Is that acceptable with you?"
Ben again nodded his head in shame.
"Very well. Please proceed to my chambers and wait for me there. I will join you shortly to administer your spanking. Think about why you are going to get punished like a 10-year-old boy while you are waiting, Ben."
These last few words through Ben for a loop. Wait in his chambers? He never heard of anyone being paddled in there. Why there? It was just a private bedroom where Brother Sean slept and studied. Ben had never even been near it before, yet alone inside. He knew where it was as did all the boys-at the end of the downstairs hallway. Brother Sean stood up, towering over the 5'4" boy.
Ben looked up. "In your chambers, sir?"
Brother Sean nodded. "Yes, Ben, in my chambers. You know where it is, don't you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Very well. Go on down there and wait for me inside."
Ben had a confused questioning look on his face as Brother Sean started to guide him out of the office. He looked back but then proceeded down the stairs and walked slowly down the hall, following this unusual request. He had a sense of dread with what was about to happen. He approached the room at the end of the hall and timidly opened the door. This room was on the quiet side of the school for Sean's privacy during the afternoons and evenings. Ben quickly took in the furnishings. There was a bed and dresser along with a desk and a couple easy chairs in front of a small TV. This was like being in Brother Sean's home bedroom alone. He sat on the chair and waited, looking around some and feeling the ominous sense of dread increase. He had been prepared to take a paddling, but this was unusual.
A few minutes later he heard footsteps coming down the hallway echoing off the bare walls and drawing closer. The door opened and the large, imposing figure of Brother Sean stepped through the door. He closed the door and Ben heard the metallic sound of the lock click. He stood quickly and looked up at Brother Sean, scared. Ben looked carefully at Brother Sean's face and saw a sense of seriousness and disappointment, but not the anger he had seen earlier that morning. Then he saw it. In Sean's right hand was a paddle. It was not the school paddle hanging on the wall, but a different one, a little thinner and shorter. It was kind of like an elongated ping-pong paddle made of thin hard wood, only thicker and with a longer handle. Ben's nervousness grew and he could feel his heart starting to pound.
"Over here, Ben." Brother Sean indicated a place in front of him as he took a seat on the end of the bed. Ben moved so that he was standing where directed.
"Do you have anything else to say before I spank you?"
Ben nodded negatively.
"Very well. I want you to kick off your shoes and then remove your shirt."
Ben looked a little perplexed but decided to be quiet and comply with the request. He was not wearing an undershirt so was quite bare from the waist up. Then, what he heard next almost stopped his heart.
"Now, take down your pants and step out of them."
Ben was aghast! No way was he being asked to take his pants off! He couldn't believe it! Brother Sean did not miss the pleading look of terrorized shock in his eyes.
"Oh, yes, Ben. Pants off. This is going to be a full fledged spanking and not a few swats like you have been used to in the past." He looked at the boy with conviction and set the paddle down on the bed next to himself in case he needed to assist the boy in removing the garments.
Ben started to comply, his shaking hands going to the belt on his pants. He looked up at the brother as he undid his pants and got a subtle nod to continue. He pushed the pants down over his hips and slid them down his smooth well-muscled legs. Staying bent over longer than necessary, he turned his back to Sean and pulled the pants off his feet. As he finally started to stand, his back still toward Sean, he realized that he was starting to feel the beginning of an erection. Ben was well through puberty, but only had hair in his armpits and pubic region. Other than that, he was completely smooth with a swimmer's build and more musculature than most boys his age.
"Turn around and face me, son."
Ben did trying to ignore the growing bulge in the front of his white briefs. His heart was pounding with fear as he glanced at the paddle on the bed and the big adult in front of him who seemed to have all the time in the world.
After what seemed like a very long pause, Sean spoke. "So, let's get this over with, Ben." Then, with a subtle nod he almost whispered, "Take your underpants off."
Ben heard the words but couldn't believe it. "Please, sir," he begged, "Why?"
"Because I am going to spank you, Ben. And, I am going to spank you very hard on your bare buttocks. Now hurry up. If I have to take them off for you, it will be much worse, believe me!"
Ben started to comply, extremely embarrassed about his obvious erection. He turned and pulled the back of the underpants down below his butt and tried to place himself bent over in front of where Brother Sean sat. He hoped he would just get on with the swats, even though he knew they would hurt like hell on the bare fanny.
Sean pulled Ben to a standing position and turned the boy to face him. The front of his shorts were tented dramatically while the back were pulled below his smooth bubble butt. Ben was mortified. It was to get worse.
"I asked you, young man, to take off your underpants. You did not, so now the spanking will be worse. Now put your hands on the back of your head....NOW!"
Ben jumped to comply with Sean's order. He did not want to piss this man off, no matter how embarrassed he was. Sean reached out and pulled the boy closer, then slowly reached out with both hands and pulled the waistband of the underpants out over the boy's erection and slid them down his legs to his feet. Ben's very substantial 6-inch penis pointed up at a 45-degree angle. It was certainly impressive for a boy his age.
"Now, step out of them. And don't be concerned about your erection. It is perfectly natural. I can guarantee it will be the last thing on your mind shortly." Sean reached to pick up the paddle.
Ben stood there naked in front of Brother Sean, his dick hard as a rock and listened to the final lecture.
"I will tell you now Ben, that I intend to spank your bare bottom well past the point that you cry. It will be a spanking you always remember. Your getting this because you let yourself down, you let me down, and you let all the people of the freshman class down who trusted you to act responsibly. But you didn't act responsibly. In fact, you stole money that did not belong to you. You committed a serious sin, and you are about to pay for that with this punishment. Do you have anything you wish to add, young man?"
"No, sir."
"Very well. Bend over my lap here and place your head in the pillow. Spread your legs shoulder width apart and remain in that position. I expect you to take your punishment like a man. Nothing you say or do is going to stop me from finishing the spanking once it begins, so you might just as well concentrate on what you did wrong and let the tears flow."
Ben felt his feet leave the ground as he assumed the position over Brother Sean's big lap. He was maneuvered into position carefully with his buttocks perfectly centered and he felt Sean separate his thighs slightly and then wrap his arm around him to hold him down. He could also feel his hard penis pushing into the side of Sean's thigh. His pert buttocks felt almost electric as the cool air danced over them and between his cheeks. It was at this point that he realized how totally controlled he was and totally at the man's mercy for this punishment. He had screwed up royally, but now he was on the verge of a spanking that he knew by the man's demeanor would be beyond his ability to handle....and there was nothing in the world he could do about it. He was about to be spanked like a little boy-right to tears.
Ben's heart continued to pound with excitement and fear as he felt the paddle rest upon his bare buttocks for the first time. There was a coolness to it and there wasn't a noise to be heard anywhere except his breathing. Time stood still. He felt Brother Sean secure his grip more, and then the paddled lifted.
SMACK!
God! It stung like fire! In a spanking, the first swat sets the tone of what is to come. This swat was hard enough that he knew this spanking would be a good one. But, Brother Sean waited a good 20 seconds or so before delivering the next one.
SMACK!
It hurt even worse, but it was the same good moderate crack of the paddle to the boy's sensitive bare fanny. Once again, there was the elongated pause as Sean was determined for this spanking to take a good long time. He would start the swats out with a lot of time between them and eventually work up to a faster and faster pace. Each swat was hard, right from the start, but well spaced.
SMACK!
The pain began to accumulate slowly and Ben began to show the signs of a teenage boy who is experiencing pain. He tried to keep from crying out, but after 4 or 5 swats, it was impossible to stifle the sharp "OW!" after each spank.
SMACK! "OW!"
Each 15 seconds or so the paddle would crack down on the boy's bare bottom leaving an intense red mark in its path. Brother Sean was determined to punish this boy with conviction. He occasionally emphasized a swat with the admonishment that "Boys Will Not Steal!"
SMACK!! "Ouch! Please, Sir"
SMACK! "Ahhh!"
SMACK!! "Owieeee! Please, it hurts!"
"Good. It needs to hurt young man. You will never steal again!"
SMACK! "Oh Ouch!!" Ben squirmed in earnest but realized how tightly he was held.
SMACK! "OOOWWW!" He knew that a few more of these and he would totally lose it and start bawling. Tears were already forming in his eyes.
SMACK! "OW! PLEASE! OW!" But the spanking continued. Slow, hard swats turned the butt bright red with some darker marks starting to appear. It didn't bother Sean, however. He knew that a blistered butt heals fast, and he was not even close to stopping the spanking yet. He tightened his grip on the naked squirming teenager.
SMACK! "Ahhh! Please sir, Please!" The pitch of Ben's voice was getting higher and he was starting to perspire as the pain grew. The swats continued, getting a little faster, now with only about 5 seconds or so between them. The pain became intolerable for the boy.
SMACK! "I'm sorry!" And Sean started to feel that little shake the indicated clearly that the boy had started to cry.
SMACK! "Awww." Ben bawled out loud and squirmed to get away from the punishing paddle.
SMACK! "You will learn not to steal!!"
SMACK! "Awwwww..." Snot and tears cascaded down the boy's face, as he had no choice but to take the continuous swats. He cried his eyes out and pleaded for mercy. But no mercy came. He thought his butt was going to explode!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Three swats in a row and he bawled even louder. The spanking was getting pretty rapid now. The paddle spanking the boy's bare bottom over and over again while he howled and struggled over the brother's knee.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Ben was getting a serious spanking. That was for sure. He was bawling so loud now that he could hardly hear Sean's lecture on stealing. Sean continued to spank the boy for several minutes until his crying became almost on the verge of screaming. Then he stopped and rubbed the boys back softly while he cried his eyes out.
He let the boy continue to sob for a while then helped him stand. Ben wasn't the least bit concerned about his nudity now as his hand quickly went back to hold his scorched buttocks and jump around, trying to alleviate the pain. Sean stood and put his arms out and Ben eagerly jumped into his chest, still wailing loudly and pleading for forgiveness.
"It's okay, son. It's over. You have paid the price and I know you will never do it again. I'm sorry I had to be so tough on you."
He held the boy while he soothed him and listened to Ben's cries die down. After a few minutes, he told Ben to go use his bathroom and get composed then come back out and get dressed. About 5 minutes later, Ben emerged from Brother Sean's chambers, looking pretty much how he went in, except for eyes that showed signs of recent tears.
Ben had paid the price for his misbehavior and was glad that someone was there that would bring him to task for his weaknesses. Brother Sean continued to be a great mentor in the boy's life.