I smile, and everyone looks at me. In my fraternity, I am the one who swings the board, and while I never cut any slack I also try and always be totally fair. When one of the brothers screws up, or brings dishonor on the house, then he makes his appeal and then we put him in position and his fate is decided. After that he gets his sentence and while it doesnt always call for the paddle, when it does then I'm usually the one swinging the board.
Our house paddle is a big one, about three feet long, and it is made out of varnished walnut, like a fine piece of furniture. There are twelve holes that run down its face, in two rows of six. It's almost as old as the university, smooth, with the handle worn from all of the years and all of the bottoms it has tanned. It's got a weight to it too, and the density of the wood leaves a lasting impression whenever it is used.
Tonight Bryan Winter's ass is waiting, and the room is full and everyone is smiling. Of course, they try to make the occasion serious, fitting for a brother who got drunk and arrested and who put our fraternity in the news. He's nineteen, in a state where you have to be twenty-one to have a beer, and while everyone knows its stupid and every college guy alive is doing it, still, when it hits the paper it's not a good deal especially when its our fraternity that gave him the booze.
I think of that, as I look around the room and realize that the majority of the brothers arent yet twenty-one. I am, and so is the house president, but we are seniors and we are the exception. Still, even so, everyone has a beer in his hand; EVERYONE. Well, everyone except for the boy who is bent over with his ass spread and waiting. There is a lot of talking going on, and more than a little bit of joking too, and yet there is an air of excitement that charges the room even so.
Now, Bryan is a popular guy, and he's also the Pledge Rush Chairman, so he's well known and well liked. He's a friend of mine of sorts, and I like him. Still, I know I can't show favoritism, and I won't if it comes to me. I hope he understands. It's hard to believe it has happened to him, but it has, and so as he waits for his sentence he has to know he may be given an appointment with the paddle just like any other brother. As is the tradition in our house, he is tied over an old gym horse for the reading of his sentence, his feet spread wide and the little leather cuffs around his ankles keeping them that way. He still has his underwear on, and he may yet be able to keep it on. In fact, most paddlings when they occur are done with the guy wearing his shorts. Still, a bare ass spanking is always a possibility, and so as he waits he has no way of knowing. It all depends on the sentence they give him, and his sentence is up to the officers of the house and while it has already been decided none of us have been told what the decision was.
So, we wait. I do know they took a long time to figure it out. The frat officers were in the conference room talking about him all afternoon, and they called Bryan in twice and asked him questions and listened to his side of things. Our frat is fair, and we aren't into burning a guy's ass just to do it. Still, the paddle serves a purpose, and if the offense is serious enough, then the paddle is a good punishment.
My gut feel is that he won't get the board. It sure isn't a certainty by a long shot, either way, and so I hold the board and wonder if it will be used. Our president doesnt like the paddle for one thing, and he has even been accused of being soft. Who knows, perhaps he is a little. Years ago, before my time, the paddle was used a lot, and even the pledges got the paddle even when they hadn't done anything. Those days are gone, and now its getting rarer and rarer. Some of the frats on campus have done away with theirs altogether.
I know ours has been used less and less, and when it does get used most guys only get two or three swats when it happens. But lately, it just seems the officer's of the house have sentenced a misbehaving brother to something other than the paddle. I guess its a sign of the times. The last guy that was waiting over the bench was sentenced to keeping the bathrooms clean for three months. I remember being surprised at that, and yet we untied him and let him up and I remember how he smiled at me as he put back on his jeans and I put away my unused paddle.
So, there is no certainty at all that he will get the paddle. Still, we have him ready for it, and he's in position, and if the sentence comes down for a few hits then he won't be able to stop them. No, you have to assume the position for punishment before the sentence is read, so that you can't get out of it no matter what is decided. I like that, and it adds a lot of tension to the room. It adds even more for the guy strapped into position and waiting. Right now his ass is facing the room, with his legs secured out wide to the platform that mounts the old leather covered gymnastics horse. The handles have long ago been removed, and he is bent over it, so that his wrists are secured to the base as well. He is looking upside down, bent over the horse in an inverted "U" and staring into the room, his face between his legs and his expression visible to everyone. It's an uncomfortable position to be in, but it will of course be even more uncomfortable if I am ordered to swing the board.
Right now he is only wearing his white jockey shorts. They are tight, and with his legs spread into the inverted "V" you can see his package there, supported in the white pouch. His light blond _s_e_x_ual hair adorns his legs, and for a sophomore he is strong and powerful. He's on the track team, and he's built, and the girls like him and he has the body to attract them. His athletic body is glistening, with sweat, even though the room is not that hot. Still, for him, it's hot enough, and embarrassing enough, and with his friends watching his face is blushed red from the shame of what he waits for.
In the front row are the guest seats. I don't know when that tradition started, but tonight there are eleven, and they are all women. All from our sister sorority, and all invited because they know him and have begged to come. One of the girls, Linda Jeffers, is especially hot, and oh-so-_s_e_x_y, and she was given the privilege of strapping him in. She made a show of it....hooking up the restraints and running her small hands over his body, up and down his legs as the room hooted and roared. It's supposed to be serious, but so far it hasnt been.
It doesnt bother me. We all know each other, and are friends, and yet we know that the threat of the paddle is important to the discipline of our fraternity. The party atmosphere that surrounds this brother being punished might be a little unusual, but Bryan is just very popular and more than a few think it's hilarious that he might get the paddle. At least half the room, and maybe more, are eagerly hoping he does. Yeah, a few swats in front of the girls would be something to kid him about for some time to come. So, if Linda Jeffers wants to make it a little more exciting, it's OK with the guys in the room. She was invited to help and I think we are all glad that she eagerly accepted. Of course, Bryan probably isn't happy about it, but this is a show of sorts, and if in doing so he is a little more humiliated than he would have been otherwise it will serve to set the example for others. He can be pretty _c_o_c_k_y at times, and he likes to be 'cool.' There is nothing cool about being paddled of course, nothing at all. I guess that is why his face is so red already.
Jeff Fantelli, the house president, raps his pen against the side of his can of beer, and with the metallic clink clink clink sound the room grows quiet. Everyone is listening to see now what they decided and to see if we will be letting him free or popping his ass with the board. I wonder. Fifty fifty is my guess. I figure he has a better than even chance they will let him go with a few harsh words and a few weeks of service to the frat. We are all listening, hard, waiting, eagerly, for the words that will either spare or doom him. Bryan, with his legs spread and his face between them, staring out into the room, and with his ass literally on the line, listens hardest of all.
Then Jeff speaks: "OK.....this is serious, and I want everyone's attention. We all know what Bryan did. He's front page news and he brought dishonor on our house. Well, this morning, thanks to him, I got a call from the admin building and was told that the dean has ordered a faculty review of our fraternity and especially of our alcohol policy."
The room explodes as everyone hears the news. God, what does THAT MEAN?
Jeff raps his can again, and then, after he takes a swallow from his Budweiser, he says: "This is no small matter. The dean said that we had better embrace the law or we'll find ourselves gone. GONE. I can tell you, he was pissed as hell, and I don't think he was making an idle threat. I hope this will all pass but right now I don't know if this is gonna blow over or be a disaster. Anyway, Bryan, as much as we all like you, it's important that the message is clear. Now, you are a friend, and yet I can't show favoritism. You screwed up dude, and so, well, ah.....we had to treat you like anyone else would be treated. Twenty-one is the legal drinking age...and if you are gonna drink under that you need to do it very, very discretely! That goes for all of you."
Then, looking to me he says: "Sergeant of Arms, Bryan Winter has brought discredit upon the house. He has been sentenced to twenty one strokes of the paddle, and, after a great deal of discussion, we have decided it is to be applied to his bare ass. Make is so." Then, with a glance to the boy with the shocked look on his face, he added: "Sorry Bryan.....but you really _f_u_c_k_ed up and so we had to make you the example."
The boy gasps. God! Twenty one hits....and all on his bare ass! I swallow, as I was not expecting it to be so many, and I sure wasn't expecting him to lose his pants! Everyone in the room is surprised at the seriousness of his punishment. Still, it's been said, and the decision has been made, and so he waits helplessly now only for me to carry it out. He's shocked, and immediately he starts protesting, yelling between his legs as he struggles against the ropes then and tries to talk his way out of what is to come.
"_f_u_c_k_.....hey, thats WAY TOO MANY Jeff! I mean it....come ON MAN!!!!! Nobody gets that many.....I didn't DO ANYTHING to deserve THAT....PLEASE....and you CAN'T DO IT BARE! GOD...PLEASE.....OH PLEASE MAN!"
He looks at me, and I am already moving to a position to where I can swing the paddle. He knows me, and has seen me swing the board, and suddenly he is afraid....very afraid at what is about to happen.
"Trevor, oh please.....PLEASE. COME ON GUYS! THIS IS TOO MANY! WAY TOO MANY! PLEASE..."
Jeff speaks then: "Bryan, stop your begging. You did the crime, so pay the fine.....if you keep begging like a ten year old, I'm going to make it more. I swear I will, so take it like a man or I'll add more and you won't have an ass left. Remember William..."
His eyes water, and he stares...open mouthed, trying to think of what to do. We all remember William, when he got ten, and started begging like a baby and screaming out the obscenities at all of us. He never stopped yelling, so they gave him ten more, and nobody that was there will ever forget it. He yelled and cussed and screamed with every blow. So, they gave him another ten, and then they threatened to give him ten more on top of that if he didn't shut up. Well, he finally stopped his cussing then, and after that he just whimpered while the paddle slammed into his bottom and turned it the color of a ripe tomato. I set his ass on fire, I did, blistered it, and as he bucked his hips and jerked and begged and cried I turned his ass into hamburger. William quit the frat after that...just too humiliated I guess at what had happened. Bryan was there, at the time laughing his ass off, and so I can see him thinking, realizing he has twenty one coming now and he knows the threat for more is real and genuine.
It's all up to me now....to carry out his punishment. Eveyone is looking, waiting, still in shock and now mad at Bryan. We are all genuinely worried about what will happen to our fraternity. Bryan is looking at me....pleading with his eyes, and yet he and I both know that the decision has been made and so now there is nothing to do but to make it so. Bryan's white underwear looks new, and I realize he must have put it on knowing he would be seen like this. I wonder if he even thought he might end up naked. Probably not, as that is even rarer than rare. Well, too bad. Bare ass is his sentence, so bare assed it will be.
Then, just before I move to him to take off his last layer of protection, I get an idea, and so I look to the girl instead. Then I say: "Linda...would you do the honors please, and remove his underpants. They are in the way of his spanking."
Bryan yells: "There are girls in here man...you can't take my underwear...I MEAN IT GUYS!"
The room giggles, and she flashes a big smile. "Certainly she says....I'd be glad to" and then she is there in a second. She grabs his underwear, gently, almost _s_e_x_ually, and begins to slide them down, and down some more, peeling them down inch by inch as she folds down the waist. With his legs "V"d out they will only go down to just below his knees, and she has to stretch them out to get them down that far even then. But it is enough and his big balls hang, visible to everyone in the room. The room laughs and Bryan blushes red.
"OH GOD" he says as she slides them down. "DON...DON'T....OH GOD. OH...OH _s_h_i_t_"
Taking the moment, she smiles and then, almost to make a point, she cups his scrotum, feels his balls as we watch, and then she runs her hand up and down his open and exposed ass that is so smooth and white the skin looks like a baby's. She delicately slides her single middle finger along his crack....up from under his balls where she rolls it into a circular motion.
Bryan's face is in shock...and it goes bright red. Totally humiliated, he stares, open mouthed, as the feeling of being naked in front of everyone overwhelms him. Everyone is watching her play with him. God it's embarrassing! The sorority sister fondles his most private assets and the room urges her on. The girl savors the moment, and slides her hand with her finger along his crack, until it arrives over his hole. Then, as we all watch, she slides it around his opening.....toying with his hole, playing with the darker blond hairs there, flicking them and teasing him. His prick is visible, and because he is bent over it juts out between his legs, in front of his face, and as the girl plays with his private opening it grows eager and hard while we watch. The room giggles.
Then, she gently reaches for his _c_o_c_k_, and gives it a few strokes, and he juts even harder and soon is like apiece of steel. Then she turns to me, and with a wink, she says "I think he's ready" and the entire room bursts into laughter.
I look to Richard Tungster, our treasury secretary, and ask him to keep the count. He nods, and then I bring up the big paddle and lay it gently across Bryan's waiting ass. Time stands still. Twenty one to go....and I can hardly imagine it but it is about to happen. Bryan says "Please..............don't swing too harrrrrr..."
I never let him finish. I bring the big board back, high, a full two handed swing that leaves no doubt I will not be cutting him any slack, and then, in a blur, I bring the big paddle down and fast and into his ass.
"SWISHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
"CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK"
I always like the sound it makes. Solid, more than a slap....a true CRACK as it slams into the misbehaving boy's waiting ass, hard, smashing into his exposed skin and burning with an intensity of a thousand angry wasps.
"_f_u_c_k_KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK" OH...oh...Oh GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD" he screams.
"ONE" I hear from off to the right.
The girl has stayed by his side, and she puts her hand on his sweating back, riding it up and down as he fights the pain. His eyes are wide, in total shock really, the pain more intense than anything he could ever have imagined. I move the board again, fast and high and with a speed that is hard to describe.
"SWISHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
"Oh....oh nooooooooooooooCRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK"
"YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!"
There is some laughter in the room, and the fraternity sits and watches me swing the board. With the second hit his ass is red, flame red, the whiteness of his exposed rear now totally replaced by one that is bright and red and looking terribly sunburned. He is bucking his hips...up and down...pumping the big gym horse with a desperation that reveals his struggles.
I rest the board at the bottom of his cheeks, and then its moving again, in a fast, upper cut, that impacts him so hard it lifts his entire bottom up, so that his weight is off his ankles. He screams, and his dick bobs and jerks in front of his face, his pole still hard and eager where the girl had left it.
She is still there, running her hand up and down his sweating back, and as I pull the paddle away for another hit she slides her hand down his hot cheeks and then back up and out of the way.
He gasps.
"THREE" I hear the count, as I bring the board into position again.
"SWISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH"
"CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" he screams.....and then he is just suddenly bucking against his restraints like a maniac...his ass bobbing and jerking as he fights the burn that has consumed his bottom. It's scarlet now, bright and burning, and the pain shoots up his legs and across his rear, and he bucks and bounces...standing on the tips of his toes as he fights the burn that is growing in intensity by the second.
"FOUR"
I don't hesitate. The big board hits him again, and his knees bend and his hips are driven right in towards his face. His stiff prick literally smacks his chin, and his balls swing with the impact into his ass.
"OH _f_u_c_k_KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK"...."PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEE" he yells.
"STOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP" he screams.
"FIVE" goes the count. His ass is just so bright red by this point it's hard to fully describe. Of course, there are sixteen more hits to go, and the number is so huge and the burn is so great he cannot even come to grips with the idea. He starts babbling then, and the girls laugh in the front row, at the popular stud reduced to tears and with most of his spanking still to go.
I get a rhythm going then, SWISHHHHHHHHHHHHH and CRACKKKKKKKKKKK, SWISHHHHHHHHHHHHHH and CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKK, again and again and again I slam the big paddle into his bobbing rear. He is crying, just like a bad little boy, and as he jerks his ass and bucks his hips it's obvious that his bottom is burning like a furnace. Slowly, as the blows fall one after another, it gets a deeper red, and then, a purple color, the boy's entire bottom glowing.
On and on I go...losing the count and just burning the paddle into his ass one hit after another. I don't let up, and with each CRACK of the paddle the boy grunts, then jerks, bobbing his bottom and weaving it up and down and left and right. It's a bright purple, but even so there are areas that are flame red, bright red, crimson colored like a nuclear fire. His bottom seems to be multicolored and covered from the top, down his crack, and across the underside of both of his rounded cheeks. His inner crack is bright red, his entire fanny burning with an intensity he could never have imagined.
"SEVENTEEN" I hear.
The boy is just bucking his hips at this point, wild, crazy, like a crazed maniac he pulls against his bonds and thrusts his ass up and down almost as if he's trying to cool it. It gives the impression he is _f_u_c_k_ing the horse. His _c_o_c_k_ is bouncing, slapping and bobbing in front of his face, and then for some reason the girl that has been there the entire time just reaches out and takes his _c_o_c_k_ into her hand. When she does the crowd cheers, and I laugh too, the idea that she is holding him somehow hilarious as I deliver his swats and crack the board into his ass. As he bobs up and down his scrotum swings beneath him, back and forth and he jerks and twists to escape the pain.
"SWISHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
"CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK"
"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" he screams.
"EIGHTEEN"
He is wild....trying to talk, to beg, but the words are not intelligible. His eyes are wide, flared open, in a look of total desperation as he stares between his legs at the room that is watching him. His prick stays hard, and the woman has it in her hand, and as he jerks his hips and bobs his ass he slides his own pole inadvertently in and out of her hand. I don't see it, don't even care what she is doing on the other side of his ass, and instead I concentrate on my target which is now so red and so purple that it defies description.
My hand goes back again, higher, and then as fast as I can I pull it down and into him, smashing into his buttocks and driving his hips forward. He yells, a high pitched yell and his voice cracks, and then he is spurting out his load even as I am drawing back for yet another of his swats.
"NINETEEN" goes the count.
The girl is holding his dick, which is spurting now, and as she holds it she cant resist the temptation so she directs it towards his face, so that he is shooting his semen at himself, his cream that is boiling out of his nuts makings lines across his face as he ejaculates.
"CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK"
His mouth is open wide, like his eyes, and his semen just jets out of his _c_o_c_k_ and she keeps his dick pointed towards his mouth so that it splashes into the back of his throat. He stares, in disbelief, just staring with open eyes as he pumps out his wad, his tight little asshole opening and closing and opening and closing as he ejaculates and his muscles spasm. He grunts out a huge wad, right in front of everyone, and while some are mortified most are not. Lets face it, we are a frat of teenagers and most are laughing.
"TWENTY"
I hesitate, and let him finish his wad. I don't know...it just seemed like the thing to do. She saw me hesitating with the paddle, so she milks him....working his _c_o_c_k_ up and down as so he just finishes squirting out his seed while everyone watches. Finally, exhausted, he finishes, and as she drops his spent dick I put the big walnut paddle into motion one last time. I hit across the face of his ass, square, and he bucks and screams and after that he just sobs.
"TWENTY-ONE. SENTENCE IS COMPLETED SERGEANT OF ARMS"
I smile, and look to the rear I have burned. It's bright purple, and very thoroughly paddled, and I can see the board has even somehow reached up, into his crack, and the redness is spread everywhere almost like paint. Nothing has escaped, and I have done my job well. I look around the room, and I notice that all of the beer cans are crushed and empty and yet more are being purchased. They are unstrapping him then, and Bryan is pulled up, off the horse, and he staggers as he tries to walk. His prick is hanging, still semi-hard, a line of drool dripping from the end of his _c_o_c_k_ and down to the floor. As they pull up his underwear it pulls his dick vertical as it slides inside of his pants. Someone has come up with a towel, and he wipes his face, the mixture of tears and snot and semen making it quite a mess. I, along with the officers in the frat, step off the stage, and the paddle goes back into the case where it is kept.
Bryan doesnt say anything, but his face is so red it matches his ass. He is just totally humiliated, embarrassed to the core and he cant even look at the girls that are laughing. Someone asks him if he wants a beer, and he looks at them like they are from another planet. He can't talk, not yet, but he can shake his head, and as he refuses the beer and rubs his ass I have to stifle my laugh.
[Authors note: © Copyright December, 2002. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author.]